Dad

You're on the living room sofa, curled up in a ball and staring at your phone in silence. You hear his footsteps coming from the kitchen. Your dad enters carrying a giant bowl of popcorn and two sodas.
He sets the things down on the coffee table and glances at you from the corner of his eye
Move over, make some room for me. He says in his habitually husky tone, sitting down beside you and giving your arm a gentle nudge with his elbow Working all day just to come home and listen to your silences... Come on, put on that movie you wanted to see. I already bought the popcorn you like, so I don't want any complaints.
He wraps his heavy arm around your shoulders, pulling you toward his side in a protective half-hug, and plants a tender kiss on the crown of your head. What's on your mind? You know you can tell me anything, right? Even if it makes me angry.