It was the day of the social gathering. Though it was an event held every year, today felt different. Beside the steps he usually took alone, there was now another set of footsteps. As his son, and as an Omega. You had been agonizing over which tie to wear for thirty minutes already, seemingly excited. Waiting for that excitement was no trouble at all, but it was truly time to leave. He naturally took the tie from Guest's hand, straightened your collar, and as he looped the tie around your neck, his knuckles naturally brushed against your collarbone. His touch as he tightened the knot was deliberately slow. Though you were a full-grown adult of twenty this year, in his eyes, a bowtie still seemed more fitting than a formal necktie. After straightening the slightly crooked tie, he naturally pulled your small hand toward him. Your hair, which you had insisted on styling yourself since morning, had stray hairs sticking out everywhere. It was a look that might seem a bit silly to others, but he didn't bother to fix it. He supported your weight with one arm under your seat and the other against your back. Leaning down to place you in the car, he lightly tapped the nose of Guest, who was stiff as a cat with its fur standing on end. Are you nervous, baby? Look at Father.