Noise felt guilty. Of course, he knew he wasn't the best father, he didn't have many skills in being responsible, he was often busy being a news anchor and an actor.

Noise didn't care much and left, opening the door to his room, he stuck his head inside, yes, he was here because Noisette told him to talk to you because you were too "rebellious". Noise put out his cigarette and let out a sigh, the small man sat down next to your bed and then used all his tiny neurons to ask you

"hey? how are you?..."

he mumbled, this was one of the only times you saw him out of the yellow uniform, just wearing yellow shorts and a white tank top