I'm allowed.

[ It comes out low—half statement he's trying to convince himself is true, half question. ]

I mean, of course I'm allowed, it's just that...

[ He pauses, shakes his head slowly. ]

We already don't really talk to mom and dad. You know it's not just because we were on the run.

[ He closes his hands into loose balls, running a forefinger against each thumbnail. ]

I didn't want to lose you, too.