"I'm sorry, Traya. Looks like something we have in common, though. My mom's been on mine, too. In fact...I left the house because we got into it. I couldn't take it." he says quietly, taking a sip of his drink and taking her hand.
"Do you know why your Mom is on you so much?" he asks. He doesn't want to assume that he has anything to do with it; it could be something else entirely.
Either way, wants to be there for her.
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