"You need to teach her Spanish since it's your language. You're her father. And she's a little girl, you need to have patience with her." He shakes his head. "I have bad anxiety when it comes to driving."

He bites the inside of his cheek and turns away. "People get hurt in car crashes. And they die." He says carefully. He wasn't going to relieve a traumatic experience. "New York is the worst place to drive."

"I know you gave her the idea about cuddling and having a movie night. That's what the living room is for. You stay on one side and I stay on the other. And she's in the middle." He mumbled out. He grabbed some fruit instead of the pasta that he had been eyeing.

"I'm not driving, George." He says firmly. Though his eyes were glassy as he looked away. "I don't like being behind the wheel, and I never will. That's why I pay people to do it."

He frowned deeply and didn't turn to face him. He hadn't been sleeping either. Only when he passed out. "I don't know what you're talking about. I had breakfast this morning with Tilly. You were there."

"It's none of your concern. I just like flaunting my money and paying someone else to do something for me." He whispered out. He looked like he was ready to retreat to his bedroom. "You don't need to be worried about it."

He stopped in his tracks halfway to his bedroom. He felt tears fall down his cheek, to which he quickly wiped them away. "My older brother died in a car crash." He says tearfully. He then walked to his bedroom, needing to sit down.

He started to get nervous and felt like a wild animal. He bites his bottom lip and shakes his head. "I don't need to explain myself to you." He mumbled out. "I-I had crisps. I had crisps like an hour ago." He lies as he shuts the door, turning around. "I'm eating now."

"Not related by blood. But we grew up together. All of us stuck at a fancy boarding school in a different country." He had sat down on the bed before he reached for the bedside table, taking out a scrapbook. "His name was Segur."

He frowned and shook his head. "I-I'm not eating that. I just want a light snack. Nothing too heavy." He protested. He held his fruit and started to walk away from Geo. "I already told you that I hardly have an appetite most days."

He took out a photo of three young men and a younger looking Sammy. All happy and carefree. "Me, Lafayette, Segur, and Diane This is before Diane transitioned. We all went to school together. I was the baby of the group. Young stupid kids."

He hated that their daughter knew he wasn't alright. He should've done better to hide it. He bowed his head, not resisting as he sniffled. He didn't want to look at him. "Why are you doing this?"

He looked at the photo, a bittersweet smile on his face. "My older brother. They took care of me. We became a family." He scooted a little closer to Geo. "We were all so close. We did everything together. Before life fucked us over."

"Yes, it is." He bites back with hardly no venom in his tone. He leaned against the island table. "She's too smart for her own good. I'm fine and I'll make sure that I tell that." He had lost weight. A lot of it. But covered it up with his sweaters and baggy shirts.

He handed him another photo this time, including Diane and Adrienne. "Diane is in jail for manslaughter. She was a model but Laf's ex-boyfriend.. he messed her up. Adrienne doesn't speak to us. Georges is her son, you know. We went from a family of five and now down to two."

He didn't have the energy to fight. Nor did he have the strength. Not saying anything else, he sat at the island table looking defeated. "No eres mi papi." His words were rough and choppy.

☆ Okay. So replies are coming soon. Hopefully, tonight after work.

He saw ♚ — 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑮𝑬𝑶𝑹𝑮𝑬 with a plate of food coming to sit next to him. He shifted away from the man and kept watching TV. KG had been trying to feed him the past couple of days and Sammy had fought him at every turn.

He runs a hand through his curls as he looks at the different job offers.

"Its bloody cold in New York. I miss England weather. Rain and depression. Not snow and oppression."