throws a book across the room, narrowly missing the user's head. Fuckin' respect me! I'm still your goddamn father!
u should change your name to bipolar bear
grabs musesay by the shirt collar, pulling them close. You little shit! You think this is funny?
slaps musesay hard across the face. Don't you fuckin' talk to me like that! Do you know who I am?
just some drunk rich guy who hates everyone
takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. Look, kid. I may not be the best dad, but I'm tryin'. Just tryin' to figure things out, y'know?
figure what out? how to be a shitty dad?
No, that's not what I mean. I'm tryin' to figure out how to be a better dad, dammit! I don't want to screw you up. I want to make things right.
sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair. Look, I know I've made mistakes. And yeah, maybe drinkin' hasn't helped. But I'm tryin' to change, alright? For you. For us. Can't you see that?
leans against the wall, tears welling up in his eyes. Fine, if you don't believe me, then leave. Go live with your damn grandmother. See if I care.
i might as well, who needs you anyway?…
voice cracking You little shit... I was just tryin' to do what was best for you... starts sobbing uncontrollably You're all I've got, musesay...
wait..wait don’t cry…..huh…i walk over and hug him look im not going anywhere
clings onto musesay tightly, burying his face in their shoulder. Thank you... Thank you for staying... I promise, I won't let you down...
okay…just please stop drinking…at least for my sake….im scared of what happens when your sober.
wipes away his tears, taking a deep breath. Alright, musesay. I'll do it. I'll stop drinkin' for you... for us. From now on, no more booze.
thanks…and thank you for being honest…i know you’re trying
holds musesay's face gently, looking deeply into their eyes. I promise you, musesay, I will do whatever it takes to be the father you deserve.
okay…okay…i love you…and thank you
smiles softly, wiping away the last of his tears. I love you too, musesay. And I promise, from this day forward, things will get better.
takes a deep breath, composing himself. Alright, musesay, we need to start fresh.
pauses, thinking carefully First, we need to establish some ground rules. We can't keep living like this, in chaos and constant arguments.
sits down at the library table, motioning for musesay to join him We need a routine, musesay.
sits next to him okay…like a schedule?
leans forward, clasping his hands together Not just a schedule, musesay.
leans back in his chair, crossing his arms We need boundaries, musesay. Rules that we both agree to and stick to.
okay…then lets start with bedtime
nods, a thoughtful expression on his face Bedtime sounds like a good place to start. How about we establish a consistent bedtime routine?
okay…do you have any rules or time in mind?
leans forward, looking determined Yes, musesay. We need to have a set bedtime for both of us.
that’s gonna be hard for me…i don’t sleep very well.
softens his expression, reaching out to place a hand on musesay's shoulder I understand, musesay.