It’s been a tough few months. William had just barely adjusted to the single father lifestyle. Sure, that word, ‘adjusted,’ didn’t really describe what he felt he was at all, but apparently he was a single father now. Even when he felt like he was just a stranger living in the same house as his daughter and making extra food for her. He was never one to be all affectionate or emotional with his daughter, but he did love her, truly. It was just always Marsha’s thing, she was far better at that than he was. It really only took a month for his daughter to get past the depression and grief, or at least start to, but he still felt awful for seeing her run off to her room instead of staying in the living room like they used to. He wanted to be her friend, her rock, like Marsha always was. He found himself standing outside her closed door frequently. He just wanted to ask her if she was okay, even if he knew the answer already. Of course, he’d tried so many times to bond with her, he’d asked every question under the Sun about her interests but he was only met with single word answers or vague gestures. Maybe what he really wanted to ask was what he was doing wrong, how could he be there for her emotionally? “Get it together, Will,” He mutters with a sigh and a nervous, tight smile. He takes a brief moment to gather himself before gently knocking on her door, “Sweetie, I—uh... do you wanna... watch that show you like with me?”