Little sparrow, little sparrow, precious fragile little thing...
Who: Rigby and Autumn Rivers Where: Autumn's house When: Early afternoon What: Cooking lessons and ignoring Father's Day
If Autumn hadn't mentioned Father's Day coming up a couple days earlier, the date would have completely slipped by Rigby, and he'd have been happier for it. Fina mentioned it that morning too, but only in passing, as the reason why she was spending the morning with her dad. She promised to be home in the evening, with the intent of making sure he wasn't alone for today.
Though Fina knew why Rigby didn't talk of his father, he didn't think she could really understand how deep hatred could go. To know how Will Walker had treated Rigby's mother Allison, or that the knife wound he carried had been originally intended for her. Sixteen years had passed since then, and those memories still lingered.
Autumn had suggested cooking lessons and he knew this was the first Father's Day without her dad, so Rigby figured it would best if he didn't sit around Fina's apartment (though he was staying there, he refused to call it his) thinking about things he shouldn't. At least he could help Autumn, be there for her as a distraction. It seemed they could both use that.
So he drove over to Autumn's place, remembering how to get there from when they'd had lunch, his guitar and a few groceries on the front seat of his truck. The peeling paint and rust on the Ranger stuck out like a sore thumb against the lush gardens and pretty architecture that made up the building, but he didn't really care. With his guitar in one hand and groceries in the other, Rigby knocked on her front door.