"No," he said quietly, eyes so dark and sad as he looked up at her. Then, wordlessly, he followed her to the couch, sitting down heavily, leaning back against the cushions, his hands folded into his lap.

There were so many things to do, so many thoughts on his mind, but he just sat there staring off into space for now. He also knew he was in trouble, and that somehow seemed easier to deal with than his dad, because that was...more normal.

"Am I in trouble?" he mumbled, looking over at her.