“Dad?” Shark was beyond terrified over what his father could be thinking right now.
The fact that Dennis hadn’t said anything yet only added to his fear. Trembling uncontrollably, Shark took a few steps closer to him.
“Please say something, Dad…”
The moment he said ‘Dad’ again, Dennis stood up from the table. His expression was hard to decipher, if not downright impossible. Still, he remained silent.
Shark could only stand there, waiting for what his father was going to do next. If he yelled at him for sleeping with one of his employees, he at least would’ve understood.
Thankfully, Dennis appeared not to be angry about that. Instead of shouting or harsh words, Shark felt his dad’s arms wrap around him.
“Uh…?!” Shark was so taken aback by this, he didn’t know what to say.
A little while later, both Rackets were sitting at the poolside.
Though he had his coat on, Shark was shivering as he dipped his bare feet into the icy cold water. Dennis then put his hand on his back, and rubbed it.
“So…” Came the attempt at a conversation. “You’re involved with Mister Rotter.” Dennis didn’t sound the least bit upset about it, just confused.
Shark nodded to answer him, before saying anything. “Kind of. I’ve only known him for about a week and a half. But…yeah, I guess.”
To this, Dennis made a noise of wonderment. “I won’t condemn you for your choice in men, but…” He then tried to think of the best way to explain it.
“Well, boy, let’s say Mister Rotter is not exactly a paragon of society.”
Shark just shrugged at this. “I kind of figured that, from the way he acts.”
Dennis nodded. “All right, boy. Thought I’d tell you that, at least. Not going to tell you how to run your love life.”
Then there was more silence. Behind them, Bill began stirring from whatever it was he was stirring from. He mumbled as he presumably gained consciousness.
Dennis looked over at him, and stood up with Shark. “Best you get back to him, then. I’ll deal with your uncle.”
As Shark went back inside, he briefly glanced over to now see his father poking Bill with the handle of a rake.
When Shark got back to the bedroom, Sinbad was sitting up and rubbing his eyes while groaning. He looked up when Shark entered the room.
“Yo, where the fuck did you go?” His voice was thick with sleep.
Shark waited until he was back under the bedsheets to answer him. “Oh, just went to go see what my dad was doing.”
There wasn’t a response to this. Instead, Sinbad just flopped onto his back again and started tugging on Shark’s arm.
“Hm?” This was a rather odd gesture. “What is it?”
Now Sinbad just gave a coy little smirk. “Come on. I ain’t going to sleep ’til you smother me with those sweet muscle-titties of yours.”
Flushing red with a sort of embarrassment, Shark then crawled over to Sinbad and leaned above him.