Chris: Darion, I have a very special friend I want you to meet. This is Anabelle.
Anabelle: Hi, Darion! You seem like a very smart little boy!
Darion: You guessed wrong. I’m an artist, not a nerd.
Chris: I’ll let the two loves of my life get to know each other. Supper will be ready in a bit.
Darion: Really? You’ve never made an effort to hide this kind of thing from me before. Why go to those lengths now?
Anabelle: Aw, come here. You look like you need a hug.
Darion: Yes, but not from you.
Chris: Anabelle, I have a question… will you move in with me?
Darion: You mean us. I’m here too.
Darion: Now that the “make a good impression” phase is over…
Anabelle: Your dad must be the best thing that’s happened to you.
Darion: … welcome to the madness.
It’s just dramatized, Aidyn. Calm down. You know it couldn’t have happened this way. You know he isn’t in danger.
Then why do I feel like something’s completely wrong?
The other boy remained silent.