*Dylan*
The door opened and his father stood in the doorway, looking at his son as if he were some stranger.
"Let me in or something?" Dylan asked.
"Well, I would have let you in some seconds ago if only you didn't look so lost. Was about to ask if you missed your way."
Dylan shook his head in unbelief. "Your jokes aren't funny to me. Don't force them."
He opened the door for his son to enter. "What are you talking about? That was funny."
"Well, if I hadn't heard that a thousand times before, I could have laughed," Dylan said, as he walked in, removed his outer coat, and draped it on a hanger hook.
"So what brings you here at this busy time of the day?"
"Busy you say? You don't even look like you've been preoccupied with anything."
"I meant you, son," His father replied.
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