Shit.
He didn't even realize he'd slipped into past tense when talking about home. There was no way to explain that he'd been shipped here by his Dad before they dropped the bombs on New York. Christina would probably run to her car as fast as her legs could carry her.
"Oh, yeah. They are, but things have changed since I was a kid and they've...divorced. You know how people stay the same, but somehow change? That's what happened to them. You'd never know they were together at all by looking at them now. Oh, and me." he says.
"I just saw my dad not long ago while I was in the hospital. We talked. I haven't seen my mom yet, but I'm sure I will." he says, trying to come up with another topic of conversation.
"What's the name of the club we're going to? Is there a waiting list to get in there, too?" he asks with a smile.
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