"I don't know," she said quietly. "I mean, he was worried about his memory last time I saw him. Remember?"
"Yeah... I don't know. There was a couple of other times after that where he was messing up simple equations. I don't know if it was just because he was nervous, or what, but he shouldn't have been making those mistakes. Not Phos."
She turned the corner, and they found themselves on her street. "So, tell me more about your family," she said, changing the subject. "Is there anything else I should know about them?"
"They're kind of uptight around most people, so I should apologize in advance for that," he said, crossing his arms.
"They like to think they are higher than other people. It tends to annoy." He shrugged thoughtfully. "I don't know."
"Hmph. You speak so fondly about your parents, Craw. It's a miracle you ever left home," she said as they entered the lobby of her building. Tom began padding up the stair, limping slightly.
"I'm glad you don't live with your parents still," she said wryly as they got to her floor. She turned to look at him, taking his hands in hers.
