"I think maybe I can reach him. It's mom dying that did it, the fucking nail in the coffin, you know? We couldn't get through the flames to save her. He thinks we were scared but as you say, that's just self preservation. Who runs into fire?" It was damn stupid but it was a hard fight to win these days. His dad believed what he believed. Jonathan closed his eyes and rubbed at his temples, trying to work it all out. "He's always been a shitty dad and I can deal with a shitty dad, I don't care about that. As long as he isn't dosing me."