I’d be bawling out on Family Day.
And I reiterate, we love a man who cries. Brinity, Brinity!
following scene
Bryce’s gran outta nowhere squeals, “When are they going to send you guys to the hideaway?”
“I’m glad they didn’t do that!” yells Trinity’s mom.
on the drive home
Not Mom casually asking, “how’s life?” in the passenger seat after briefing work news.
“I’ll be seeking elsewhere.”
Dad, “Good, you’d be perfect for gov. Or look into the chip factories out West. You know, better to do this fully invested.”
Implied parent talk, “we support you.”
Ps. I preface neither of us will be depending on each other for national health insurance next year.