He orders coffee and a basket of fries for them to share - because no matter what else might be true in his life, he's almost always hungry. Once they're alone again, she asks what might, in retrospect, be an obvious question. It's one he doesn't know how to answer, though.

With Dad, it's easy. He hates everything Fox likes. They butt heads constantly, provided neither of them is currently ignoring the other. But Mom...he's simultaneously angry at her, at the way she's just given up in favor of pretending things are normal, and worried about her. At least she acts like she cared at some point. At least she still seems upset, even if it's weird and distant. Going to her house feels like visiting a stranger for dinner, but she's not actively picking apart everything he does, all the time.

It's another question he takes too long to answer, his brow furrowed, and eventually he gives up. "I don't know. What's your mom like?"