i ain't got your name on my hand

Their relationship had been... strange. Strained. Dread was taking his time away from the family in stride, and he'd really come into his own. Brawnier, bulkier, stronger than he'd been when he'd last seen his father, though it hadn't been all that long. His time among the Raiders had brought about a rugged confidence, one that seemed to suit him.

By contrast, his father looks much the same as he always has. Dread stepped in, greeting his father with a hug. While he doesn't lack warmth, it's also not the most comfortable to him, either. "Halo strongly recommended I come visit when she brought some parts by. Wouldn't tell me why," he shrugged, the implication-- you know how she is.

"See you off?" He was... oh. Shit. Eyebrows lifting, surprised but not surprised surprised.

"Dread Fatalis"