My dad nodded, saying, "Alright, I'll go along with your decision."

Atlas smiled reassuringly, sensing that something was bothering me.

"You look tired. Why don't you go upstairs, take a shower, and rest for a bit? We can have dinner together."

I gave him an admiring look, then stood up and asked, "Aren’t you coming with me?"

Atlas quickly said, "Dad, I'll go upstairs with Chlo."

Hearing him casually call my father "Dad" always left me feeling strange.

This guy had mastered the art of hum