He scoffed, rolled his eyes, and slid down on the couch until half his face was covered by the blanket and just his eyes were peeking over the top. "Why do you care?"
Creed wasn't even a particularly shitty dad, he just wasn't all that present. But Fade wasn't mature enough to articulate that. She asked if she could open the window and he just shrugged. He didn't care. "Are you taller than six feet?"
He was going to keep guessing until she told him. He may have been looking from a low angle, but she looked a lot taller than average. And a lot taller than his mom, who was the person to blame for his height. "I know you're not taller than my dad."
Creed would never go for that. If Fade had to guess, she was in the 5'9" to 6' range.