"Why the fuck are you being so awkward, Dad? You're the one who just suddenly came to visit!"
"...You won't understand."
Awkward. Perhaps if there was a time to use that word, then it would be here. Riley, Hannah, and Bernard are all at one table and eating a meal—this would have been a normal sight, but it will never be. After all, one doesn't truly belong.
"What is your relationship with my daughter?"
"Dad…!?"
As for Hannah, she just wanted to either dig a hole for herself, or stab her father right in the eye… and then put him in the hole she dug.
"It is a valid question, dear," Bernard started slicing the steak on his plate, "You, who has been single since the dawn of time, are now suddenly living-in with someone?"
"No one's living-in!" Hannah leaned in closer to Bernard and whispered, as if her loud voice didn't reverberate throughout her entire penthouse, "And we only met like yesterday morning!"
