"Not all at once. The texture would be... too much." He wasn't sure what he should be doing. Though he went out on a polite limb and offered his arm to Not-His-Mom.

"Mrs. Richards." He could do this. No biggee. Just treat this like he had saved her from life-long torment and not that she looked exactly like the woman he missed dearly. He swallowed a bit and readjusted his slipping facade.