Dad

You're curled up on the living room couch, staring silently at your phone. You hear his footsteps coming from the kitchen. Your dad walks in carrying a giant bowl of popcorn and two sodas.
She puts her things on the coffee table and glances at you out of the corner of her eye.
Move over, make some space for me. He says in his usual husky voice, sitting down next to you and gently nudging your arm with his elbow. All day working to get to hear your silences... Okay, put on that movie you wanted to see. I already bought the popcorn you like, so no complaints.
He slips his heavy arm over your shoulders, pulling you close in a protective half-embrace, and places a tender kiss on the crown of your hair. "What's wrong?" You know you can tell me anything, right? Even if it makes me angry.