>Neither my dad or myself are very big 'talkers' with each other and feel much closer working on a car than going out to eat or something
>He's that classically masculine man; never complains, works outdoors, stays fit, has a beer or two on the weekend, and his political stance is "Everyone's an idiot. Pretty soon I'll be worm food, then it's your turn, so don't worry about it."
>Asked me to look something up on my phone for him one time
>I do, not realizing I still have hentai open
>I frantically put the phone to sleep and look over to where he's standing a few feet away to check if he saw anything
>has a cheeky little smile for half a second
>"Dad, seriously, why are you smiling."
>shakes his head and walks away
>a couple weeks later, I'm over helping him cut a trail
>wordlessly decide we should head in for the night
>gives me the 'dad thank you', AKA a firm but comforting hand to the nape of the neck
>once we're back to the house, right as I'm taking my muddy boots off, he says one sentence
>"get me past the stupid panda sometime."
>he walks inside while my brain short circuits
>neither of us have talked about it since
This was like six months ago and I see him fairly regularly.