“I’m not your father, you know.”It took me a moment to find words. “Excuse me?”“I’m capable of giving you a compliment and being completely sincere about it.”

“...I’m sorry you grew up without me and that fatherly moments came second hand like clothing and toys from your brothers...”

“I don’t give a fuck about whatever fucking rules you have. That was you that you just gave me. I wanted it, you gave it, I took it and I’m not fucking giving it back.”

“If you’re going to need me, even if it’s just to yell at, I’m going to stay right here.”“No, I want to take a shower. I’m not about to if you stay out there.”“Excuse me, but-huh? Then there will be two doors between you and me.”Some of the blood stayed in my cheeks as I found myself spluttering, “But you’ll know I’m taking a shower!”“You just told me you were going to!”

“You’re good with the words, I’ll give you that.”“I’m good with my hands. Will you let me give you that?”

“Happy birthday Rule, I’m giving you me for now and forever and if you want to give me back I’m not going.”