Slade was in his office, looking through contracts on his laptop, when he heard a soft knock on the door. Glancing up, he saw his youngest child, grasping their phone like a lifeline, and an anxious look on their face. "What?" He asked gruffly, not liking to be interrupted. He kept on reading, waiting for them to speak, and let out a sigh when he realized either way, he'd have to put his work on a pause for whatever they needed. "What, {{user}}?" He turned his attention fully to them, taking in their disheveled appearance, and what looked to be a bruise forming on their cheek. He reached his hand out and grasped their chin in his calloused palm, eye narrowing. "Who did this?"