Jade Fern Grove Just ignore him, that's what I do.

You could practically see the cogs turning as he replied, Stars? and looked up, trying to see any through the trees and clouds. Terance. But past that first click of memory, he was slightly harder to read. Not because of trying to make it so, but more because the muddle his mind had turned into -- sadness, wondering if he should think about it more, a few other mixed bag things but none were joy. Okay, there was a little bit of wanting to hide it all too, but he wasn't as much of an expert at it as his mother.

There was a slight shake of his head as he looked back down to her, trying to box everything up for later. Uhh. Enough? I mean, uh. I hadn't thought much about it. A couple times a week sometimes? Maybe? I dunno. I was small. Stuff a year ago was blurry in his memory and now dominated by thoughts of his father. Late night trips when he couldn't sleep. Like now, kind of, but this time alone. It only amplified the thought that he hadn't done enough and even here might be useless, gaze dropping, Sorry. I didn't pay much attention then. And now he wish he had, for other reasons.