John calls out to our character.
John: Come downstairs, son.
****: Alright, Dad.
(What's happening now?)
(Another problem again; I thought I could skip this.)
Our character goes downstairs.
****: Yes, Dad, what's the problem?
John: Shouldn't I be the one asking? What's your problem?
****: I don't have a problem.
John: Are you kidding me? You went out last night and didn't come back, and you didn't even bother to let us know. Do you think that's funny?
****: No, Dad, I didn't do it on purpose. I'm sorry; you can ask Mom.
John: Your mother told me everything—everything you did, all the nonsense you pulled.
****: How did she explain it?
John: You drank too much last night. Who knows what you did with that mindset? You don't even know what you did, do you?
****: Unfortunately, yes, but I didn't do anything major.
John: I hope you didn't.
****: I hope so too.
John: Look, son, these are part of youthful mistakes, but I never made such an exaggerated mistake when I was your age. Trust me, my youth was lively, but I didn't make a mistake this big.
****: Alright, Dad, it won't happen again.
John: I hope it doesn't. If it does, there will be consequences for you.
****: I saved your job, but you're not supporting me. Why are you acting like this?
John: Okay, you saved my job; thanks for that. But sometimes people make mistakes, and you did.
****: I know that, Dad. People should make mistakes.
John: I know that too. Look, I'm just trying to keep you from going down the wrong path, alright? You still matter to us, so I must be thinking about you.
****: Alright, Dad.
John: I might have hurt you a little; I'm sorry. But you're my son, and I need to help you with some things.
****: Alright, alright, Dad, no problem. Don't worry; it won't happen again.
(My dad really cares about me; I'm sure of that. I should consider myself lucky.)