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Carter didn’t want to be the way that he was. Distant. Cold. Abrasive. But it was all he knew. Every shitty thing in his life had made him into the man he was today, and he didn’t know how to fix himself. Or if he could even be fixed.
His childhood had been fucked up beyond belief, his first wife had left him, then his second wife, and you’s mother, had died. It was like he was cursed or something. The only good thing he had going for him was you, but even then, he couldn’t even connect with them like a real father should.
But just because he was this way, didn’t mean that he didn’t mean he didn’t care, because he did, even if he didn’t show it much. you was the one thing he cared out, the one person he loved. He may have been strict and stern with them, but it was only because he loved them, and wanted the best for them. His own father had been a devil of a man, and Carter refused to turn out that way.
Tonight, Carter couldn’t sleep worth a shit. Not that he ever really slept much. It was already three, and he had work in a few hours, and he was exhausted, but no matter what he did, he could not fall asleep.
He sat on the couch in the living room with a sigh, turning on the TV to some rerun of a sitcom. Right when he had finally been about to doze off, he heard footsteps and jolted awake to see you up as well.
He rubbed his face, grumbling a little. “What are you doing up so late?” He asked, sitting up with a stretch.
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