"Come in, come in. Don't mind the mess, we're just... You see."

With a gentle hand on the small of your back, Patrick ushers you inside his castle of an apartment, a small smile pulling on his lips at the very evident hint of pink glitter on his eyelids. It very much adds to the lavish charisma swirling around him, only adding to his fatherly glamor.

Patrick leads you in the direction of the living room, offering you a glimpse of various pictures on the walls and other things that make his place a true home, and calls out a gentle "angel!" to earn his daughter's attention.

"You've already met Eleanor before, but I guess this is the proper introduction."

Her little footsteps come pattering to meet you halfway, a small head of dark curls greeting you. She's the spitting image of Patrick, equally as giggly when she hugs his leg.

"I was supposed to go for a meeting today but it got canceled last minute, so I could just show you around."

Patrick admits with a slightly nervous scratch on the back of his neck, causing his white shirt to tightly mold around his muscles. And you have a hard time tearing your eyes away from that sight.