[ He makes a sound, another 'Yeah', but muddied and hesitant. It's not that he isn't happy over the idea of them being together, he's not that selfish. But the problem is, if he could be selfish- ]

I just wish- I could remember a happier memory. Y'know? [ It might be the hand on his shoulder letting him admit it, as much as he's struggling over how pointless it is. Immature- ] It's stupid, but - I remember them being happy. But I can't remember a time... when we were happy.

[ Or is it the thought of his mother that blocks it, that makes it difficult, watching her waste away, indifferent to the world? His fingers clench around his knees. ]

I wish it was a happier feeling. [ ... ] But I guess... that'd be a lie. I dunno...

[ He mutters, sighs that last part, unsure of his feelings and the mess they are. But he takes advantage of the body next to his, leaning his weight against the one beside him. ]

...We lost them too young.

[ Isn't that the problem, in the end... ]