[Smiling back, he gratefully accepts the hug, relishing in the comforting warmth of the man he'd come to think of so easily as a father. How could Malik expect him to just disappear like that?]
Father, good afternoon! Sorry for the subterfuge. I don't usually call you out here.
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Father, good afternoon! Sorry for the subterfuge. I don't usually call you out here.