"Hi son."
"...."
Silas was silent for a while as he didn't know how to respond.
'Son?' He scoffed when he heard the word.
He can't remember his father ever calling him word since after the death of Alex's mother. The names he remembers his father calls him are always derogatory terms.
Silas looked at his father again and he saw the difference between his appearance then and now.
The previous appearance of his father was a very haggard and unapproachable. His father always had this constant smell of alcohol and cigarettes on him, but his current father doesn't.
If Silas is to describe his current appearance, it would be casual and professional at the same time.
The previous distasteful and pungent odor that usually followed him around are no more and they had been replaced by the smell of his shampoo.
