More Bruises Than Apologies

"Something you want to tell me?" Tony followed Harley outside, the door shutting behind them. The sun beat down on them as Tony waited patiently for an explanation. Harley fidgeted nervously, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket. "It's just... my dad's back," he said avoiding Tony's gaze. "He came home a month ago." Tony raised an eyebrow. "Your old man, huh? That must be... interesting.”

I had similar experience so I guess I know how it works or something? My writing is still a work in progress so don’t mind that.