They sat on the couch. He took comfort in her silent presence. She put a comforting arm around his shoulder; he reached up and took her hand.
“You know, when I was her age, she once told me she didn’t know what was wrong with me. I was twenty three and living at home and I should have a job. I was in school full time at least.”
He swallowed before continuing, “I’m happy she’s realized that things don’t always turn out the way you think they will, but I wish it hadn’t taken this to teach it to her.”