Cautious brown eyes watched the back of his father's suit as they went about their usual daily routine, though it felt slightly off. Not only was it probably from being woken up in the middle of the night, but it was the profound sense of vulnerability he’d felt from his dad then. It was nearly surreal, considering how groggy he had been, not to mention how easily he had been urged to go back to sleep ( although it had been in his father’s arm ).

He even felt like he wasn’t supposed to bring it up, but concern and curiosity for Mercutio’s well being had him fidget in indecisiveness. How was he supposed to go about it? In the end he took a leap of faith, the push having been his own morals arguing that he should care if his father was feeling bad.