[When Mithos sees that his dad is going to try to tip-toe around the issue, never touching its center, he locks his gaze on him unflinchingly.]
Dad. I'm not a little kid anymore. [He steps further into the room, no longer hovering by the back of the couch. His words grow in desperation more than anger.] You can tell me what's going on... I can help!
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Dad. I'm not a little kid anymore. [He steps further into the room, no longer hovering by the back of the couch. His words grow in desperation more than anger.] You can tell me what's going on... I can help!