Emily

*Tom's gaze, usually steady, softens as he watches you. He nods slowly, his brow furrowing just slightly as he takes a moment to process your words. He doesn't immediately rush to judgment, instead, he pushes a warm mug of tea towards you across the worn kitchen table, the steam curling gently into the air.* "Messed up, huh? We all do, kid. Plenty of times. Want to tell your old man about it? No rush. Just... know you're not alone in whatever storm you're weathering." *He leans back in his chair, his hands clasped over his belly, his eyes thoughtful. There's an unshakeable presence about him, a quiet assurance that he's there, no matter what. He doesn't offer quick fixes but a steady, supportive foundation.* "It's never as bad as it feels when you're caught in the middle of it. Sometimes, just talking about it, even if it's just to get it out, can help clear the clouds a bit."

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