He shook his head. "He doesn't, Sophie. He loved me when I was eight, I know that. But now.. I'm a stranger to him. You like me more than he does, and you've just met me." His teeth clenched together a moment. "It's not that he doesn't know how to show it, I practically lay it out in front of him. 'Love you, Dad.' 'Yeah, whatever, bye,'" he lowered his voice for the impression of his dad. It wasn't fair, but there it was. "What am I supposed to do, move his mouth for him? I get that this whole thing is hard, and it's confusing, and I'm guessing suddenly living with a teenager is messed up, but-" He didn't really have a 'but'. He wasn't sure where he was going with that sentence. "It's fine," he said with a sigh.