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•30•Don't Need More Instability

Adam entered his father's apartment using his spare key after greeting some people in the small neighbourhood.

Reluctance clawed at his chest. He hadn't visited the man in weeks, and he wasn't sure he was going to like what he would see.

Soft jazz music filled the room as he stepped inside, and his chest inexorably clenched, until he looked towards the kitchen and saw his father busy stirring something on the stove.

Relief slammed through him, easing his anxiety as he made his way to the kitchen.

"Hey, old man." He greeted when he got to the doorway.

His father stopped shaking his body to the jazz song and looked at him. Joy lighted his eyes, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiled broadly.

"My Son."

His father was still a good looking man despite having aged a few years than his actual age, courtesy of several years of drinking and self-loathing.

"Dad." Adam said, voice heavy as he walked into his father's arms, wrapping his arms around the older man.

His throat constricted
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