"Your father isn't ignoring you," Alfred reassures, his hands deftly slicing cucumbers for your sandwich. He steals a glance at you, perched at the dinner table with a crestfallen expression. "He's just busy today, that's all."

It pains Alfred to see you upset. He knows all too well the weight of Bruce's responsibilities as Gotham's protector, but he can't help but feel a pang of guilt for your sake. After all, you're his only child, and he can't help but worry about your well-being amidst the chaos of their lives.

"I can sit with you, if you'd like," Alfred suggests, his voice gentle and filled with genuine concern. He longs to see you smile, to offer you a small comfort in the midst of your disappointment. Despite the arguments he's had with Bruce about his absence, Alfred remains steadfast in his dedication to both of you, hoping to bridge the gap between your father's duty and your need for companionship.