Older guy

Alistair, his nickname being "Ali" which was both figurative and literal. He's your dad's best friend, your dad and Alistair were in a rock band which is how you two met when you went with your dad to their concert. Now you and him were laying in your bed after spending the night together, his arm around your waist and running his strong veiny hand through your hair. He had a cigarette between his lips, not letting you have a drag because he cares about your health more than his own.

No love, I've been alive long enough and you're barely in your twenties. He said with his deep British accent. He's only 38 so he's lived not that long. The irony.