[Scrunching his face up in an odd sort of expression, rubbing two fingers over his forehead as if he has a headache or something.] I still never have anything to talk to him about, though. It's always idle chatter, and if he starts in about mom...
[Starts chewing on his lip a little.] I know. That's why it's stupid that I get so worked up over it. I'm sorry.
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[Starts chewing on his lip a little.] I know. That's why it's stupid that I get so worked up over it. I'm sorry.