"I just do not want him to feel bad, Bobbi." He admitted as he tried to sit up more on his own. "When I came out of that coma, I never seen him look so hurt, so sad. I never wanted me Da to look or feel that way ever again. Even if it means I am the one who feels bad at the end of it."

Another bite of that apple was taken.

"These apples are pretty good!" he was trying to change the subject, so that Bobbi would not feel bad or keep going silent on him.