And The Silver Spoon
"The Bolt was a sloppy vigilante who didn't care who got hurt in his path," you supply numbly, picking your bowl of cereal back up. "He's not someone you should look up to. No Bolt posters."
The kid deflates, clearly uncomfortable by the dominance you just inserted into the conversation. He bounces his leg nervously before he silently gathers his things and stands.
"I'll be late for school. Gotta go."
"I'll pick you up after school. I love you, Theo. Happy birthday."
Theo doesn't reply, his head hung.
The front door slams shut a little harder than usual.