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Mr. Kim's head laid in my lap, body covered in a shy blue onesie I found in his closet before in the morning and his hands held the broken pieces of the crayons he had thrown around the room in anger after slipping. I closed the book I flipped midway through to clear my mind and turned on the alarm in my phone before slipping out of bed. 

What actually happened was that I tried to ask him about his father's whereabouts and why he refused to see him. Nathan being Nathan had thrown a fit at that, saying that he wasn't somebody who needed to see or even remember. 

"But he's your father! At least tell me if you guys have had a fight!", I had yelled, making crazy jazz hands in the air out of sheer agitation. He had only scoffed, turning into a completely different person, and started blabbering gibberish about something that I couldn't quite make out. 

"Nathan!", He had stopped in his tracks and had turned to give me a hard glare, one t