fraud

Uh…//goes a little limp at that// yeah…I guess…sometimes. Or…a lot I guess…

…Why?

... I dunno... //shrugs a little to himself// ... Because I’ve been thinking it a lot, I guess... 

Sure. //Sits next to him, holds up the bag he brought// I brought some stuff we like. You know, those chips from that store, some of those ambiguously branded chocolate cupcake things…whiskey…of course…

Oh…I think I understand that. After my brother died…I couldn’t be home anymore. It was just… //trails off, looks down at his feet// You know… //shrugs//

Well, I mean…You know. I just…worry. //Laughs a little// Mostly though, I want you to be okay. Why don’t you wanna be in your room much? It’s really nice in here. 

//Bites his lip, tries to stay optimistic// Your room sounds good…I don’t think I’ve ever seen it. Only the basement.