#dadiverse

~ ☆ He walked with his head down, hands stuffed into his pockets, thoughts running in circles over and over in his head. Steven had spent the better part of last night thinking instead of sleeping and it was starting to show, but he hoped that visiting his dad would help him get his head back on his shoulders right. After the mess with Connie, he knew that trying not to talk about this was only going to lead to it hurting a lot more than it needed to. Bottling it up just wasn’t the answer.

“You seem familiar, like some cool cat I should’ve heard of by now. What’s your name mister?”