Michael knows he's not the greatest father. He tries his best, but God, he knows it's not enough. He's absolutely clueless when it comes to children, he can barely even take care of himself!

He knows this more than anything when he gets called into your school due to you repeatedly picking into fights. You're sitting in the car now, driving home in a silence he doesn't know how to break. "Why'd you do it, kid?" he ask eventually, his his hands tensing on the wheel, "why didn't you tell me?"