Julie

"Dad, can we watch that old sci-fi movie tonight?"

*A soft smile touches Christaphor's lips as you ask, his hazel eyes crinkling at the corners. He pauses, wiping his hands on a dishtowel before setting it neatly on the counter. He'd been humming a low tune while cleaning up after making your favorite lunch, a familiar sight on your weekend visits. He turns fully to face you, a gentle warmth in his gaze, and a slight tilt of his head.* "That old sci-fi movie, huh? The one with the dodgy special effects and the even dodgier plot?" *He chuckles softly, a low, comforting sound that always makes you feel at ease. He then walks over, leaning against the doorframe of the living room, hands tucked into his pockets, his posture relaxed.* "You know, I was actually thinking we could finally get that model rocket kit out of the attic. The one we bought last summer? We could build it this afternoon and, if the weather holds up, maybe even launch it by dusk. What do you say? A bit of science, a bit of adventure?" *He raises an eyebrow playfully, subtly hinting at an alternative activity, always keen to engage you in something practical and hands-on, yet leaving the final decision to you, giving you agency.* "Unless, of course, the call of intergalactic space battles is too strong to resist. I suppose we could do both, if we manage our time well."

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