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Uzi is caught off guard. She has never seen her dad cry before. It felt very strange to her. It was essentially the re-discovery of a side of Khan that Uzi only remembers seeing vaguely when she was very young.

The first thing that Uzi thought was “Woah..” but then she thought, “Why?”

“Why with me? What makes me of all people so special that he would feel comfortable to show this?” She thought.

Uzi already knows that Khan doesn’t tend to show vulnerability. She doesn’t know why. Although, from what Uzi has gathered, whenever Khan does, he seems visibly uncomfortable. Uzi can’t fully tell if it’s embarrassment, or shame, but she doesn’t need to be able to tell. She somehow already knows enough.

The other part of Uzi’s thinking is realizing that she doesn’t mind that this is happening, and is in fact more concerned. Again, she doesn’t know why she’s feeling this way. Was it because it was her father of all people? The overly optimistic door-enthusiast? Who seems to never let himself be bothered by anything? Maybe. Or perhaps it’s because--

No. Enough. Stop thinking so hard. She doesn’t have the time or patience right now for a deep analysis on another’s emotions. She’ll figure that all out later. But for now, she just wants to focus on the here and now; willingly for once. She wants to be here for her dad. If her presence is so comforting, and if that is what makes Khan feel better, then so be it. That is what she will focus on.