"How much space, doll? Enough so that he doesn't notice when you're gone? Bah... your father's an excruciatingly exasperating man." Leaning, she placed a light kiss on his brow. "And if I thought he wouldn't kill himself, I'd offer him a beer. Or a scotch. He needs to be working again, I think. We all do..."
Sighing, she smiled. "I don't like seeing you like this, doll. It's not fair to you."