He did, though, and now he's waiting outside, presumably for someone to get home and let him in.
This is because he doesn't know I am home. I arrived minutes before him, thanks to a peculiarly early bus and avoided detection when he knocked.
I shall spare you my brief stint as a ninja while checking up on him in the backyard.
The reason for all this is because mom doesn't want him back in the house, and I do not want him back in this house. I do not want to alert him to my presence, only to let him know that he is not welcome. I am hiding because I simply don't want to deal with the potential family drama.
I just wish he'd come after I made something to eat. At least I've still got M's chocolate she gave me, but that is not a proper meal, and feels like a waste of perfectly fine chocolate.
oh god damn I am so hungry dad why did you have to arrive so early today why does there have to be family conflicts ahhh