Roy Harper’s phone. You barely ever see him on it. He has instagram, Snapchat, and TikTok, but he’s almost never active. Hell, when you mention some internet slang or trend, he stares at you like you’ve spoken a different language. So when you catch him scrolling on his phone, you wonder what the hell he’s watching. So, you decide to find out.
You two are on the couch, snuggled up in pajamas and eating snacks. He’s watching a football game, he’s been telling you about it for the past week. Something about how it’s the finals or some shit, you’re not that experienced with football. While he’s watching, you’re on your phone or reading, doing your own thing. Occasionally, you glance at him when he groans, cheers, or starts talking to you, but mostly you’re in separate worlds.
Then you notice his phone on the table. He’s not paying attention to it. Would this be a breach of trust? Yeah. Yeah, it would. But curiosity gets the better of you. Plus, you’re not going through his messages—just checking what he’s scrolling. You grab his phone, and he definitely notices.
You stare at the lock screen. Uh-oh. You don’t know the password.
“Uhm… what’s the password?” you ask, slightly embarrassed.
“Lian’s birthday,” he says with a shrug, eyes still on the game.
You pause. You don’t actually know Lian’s birthday. It makes you feel a bit guilty. Not knowing his daughter’s birthday. But alas. You glance at him for help, he grabs the phone and unlocks it for you. You smile and open his Instagram.
First thing you see? A post from Wally. Whatever. You swipe over to the reels. An engineering reel… Okay? You scroll to the next one. Another engineering reel. Uh… coincidence? Nope. You keep scrolling and eventually sigh, switching to his TikTok instead. Same. Fucking. Thing. Engineering and mechanics reels. And a bit of archery sprinkled in.
You glance at him, he was so oblivious. You start laughing.
“What?” he asks, blinking in confusion. He watches you for a second before laughing softly himself. “What!?” He pokes your side and pulls you closer, genuinely clueless about what you’re laughing about.
“That’s all you watch? Engineering stuff?” You cup his face and you smile. God, he’s such a dad.
He smiles back and shrugs. “I like engineering. And other stuff.” He starts playing with your hair. You roll your eyes and look at the screen.
I genuinely don’t think Roy is ever online. He’s that dad, the one who gets convinced to do something and he doesn’t know what he’s doing.