Tony stops, here, rather than launch into some easy ramble, taking a sip of coffee. Ellis is being nice. Curious, after not being curious. He should be nice.
"My dad was busy a lot," he explains, after dismissing eight different flippant remarks. "And leaned on a drinking habit. Not a lot of time for fuzzy feelings. My mom was great, you know, quiet. They both did their best, it just wasn't the tight knit little unit it could've been. So, you know."
Family homes. Growing up. He lives in high rises and mansions that could pass as museums, instead.
"We could swing by," he adds, suddenly. "If you wanna see it. On the way to the art."
no subject
Tony stops, here, rather than launch into some easy ramble, taking a sip of coffee. Ellis is being nice. Curious, after not being curious. He should be nice.
"My dad was busy a lot," he explains, after dismissing eight different flippant remarks. "And leaned on a drinking habit. Not a lot of time for fuzzy feelings. My mom was great, you know, quiet. They both did their best, it just wasn't the tight knit little unit it could've been. So, you know."
Family homes. Growing up. He lives in high rises and mansions that could pass as museums, instead.
"We could swing by," he adds, suddenly. "If you wanna see it. On the way to the art."