When Shark felt a hand on his shoulder, he looked up fearfully at who had just arrived.
Regardless of who had walked in on him raging, he had no doubt he was getting in trouble. Thankfully, this proved not to be the case.
Shark wiped his eyes and sniffled once before speaking:
Shark felt unbelievably small while he was walking behind his father outside. Even the slightly heavier snowfall didn’t really get him to look up from his feet.
“I take it you’ve had a rough day, boy?” Dennis asked calmly when the both of them were reaching the middle-class part of town.
All Shark could really do was nod. Dennis apparently took this as a good enough answer, given the way he brought his son into a side hug.
Some days, Shark wondered if his father really accepted him and his sexuality. Dennis never insulted him or called him names like the other family members did.
He treated Shark like a human being, which was all that Shark wanted.
While Shark was lost in thought, Dennis had begun talking about how sorry he was that he hadn’t been spending more time with him.
“It’s just that work has been relatively hectic lately, and-Eh?” Dennis was now distracted by the fact that Shark had begun to cry. “Aw, boy! If you need to let it out more, go ahead and let it out.”
Shark just hugged his father a little tighter.
In an effort to cheer Shark up, Dennis took him to the bookstore to pick out some new reading material. Somewhere in the back room by the music CDs, muffled swearing could be heard.
Shark’s face was still relatively streaked with dried tears as he tried picking out which manga series he wanted to continue. Dennis stood nearby, half-heartedly searching through the self-help books.
When Shark finally picked out an interesting enough book, he decided to ask Dennis a hopefully not too revealing question.
“Hey, Dad?” He said to get Dennis’ attention. “How do I know if someone actually likes me, and isn’t just using me for, you know, sex?”
Dennis groaned at the fairly awkward question. “I’m not exactly an expert on that, boy. The only woman I’ve ever slept with, I ended up marrying.”
He then shrugged. “I suppose just spend a bit more time with him, and see if he does anything different later on. Sound good?”
To this, Shark nodded. “Yeah, it does.”
At the diner, Shark was now reading one of his new books while occasionally sipping at some hot chocolate.
Dennis was glad that he was able to make his son feel better, before he was caught off guard by his phone ringing. Reluctantly standing up, he took the call.
“Yes, hello?” Shark watched quietly from behind his book, stopping to take a long sip of his drink. “Oh, good day to you, Mister Rotter!”
Hearing Sinbad’s last name almost made Shark spit out his hot chocolate. Swallowing it, he kept himself busy as he listened in on Dennis’ one-sided conversation.
(Song where the chapter title came from: )