Mr. Albert ran to his son, relief washing over him upon seeing Kyle perfectly fine. "Kyle, I thought I had lost you," Mr. Albert said. For the first time, he wasn't the cold father but a father genuinely worried about his son's well-being.
"Dad, I'm hungry," Kyle said, staring at his father.
"That's fine, we can go now and get something to eat," Mr. Albert said, pulling away from the embrace, trying to regain his usual attitude toward his son.
"No, I'm hungry and need to eat right now," Kyle said.
"I heard you! We can go... Urgh, Kyle, what are you doing?"
"Sorry, I have to eat. Can't pass out on a meal right in front of me," Kyle said, his hand piercing into his father's chest.