I'm sure you're gonna get a whole bunch of asks like this, so allow me to be the first of these asks. Robert, you are awesome, my favorite dad, I love everything about you, the list of compliments goes on and on.
Well.
He scoffs as he takes a long drag of his cigarette, because whatever this person’s delusions are, they hit a bit of a nerve. Hell, he’s pretty sure he doesn’t technically even qualify as a ‘dad’ anymore, and he’ll deserve love when hell freezes over.
“You been drinking or something?”
It’s asked with a rough quality as he side-eyes her, then stands straight to leave.
“You don’t know me. Leave it alone.”













