Bianca looked over at the boy, her eyebrows knitting together for a moment. She felt a frown forming on her lips, so she bit her bottom lip and looked away for a moment, “That’s you caring about your mom, and that’s really sweet. I guess I don’t really get it, I don’t think I’ve ever been close enough to someone to either see them cry or seriously care if they did cry.” She gave a shrug, her life wasn’t really full of close relationships. She kept most people at a distance and they seemed to do the same for her. Setting her mouth in a straight line to make the frown disappear, she brought her eyes back on Eli. Listening to him, she wasn’t going to jump to conclusions on what was wrong with him, but she had enough hints to know it was serious, “You’re her baby, Eli. The survival rate could be 100% and she’d still be freaking out. Or at least, I assume that’s how parents are.” Bianca knew she wasn’t really the best person to talk to, she had no experience when it came to parents or even a parental figure, she didn’t really understand how families worked. She rolled her eyes over his words on addiction, though it was playful rather than annoyed, “Well, my mom was hopped up on drugs when she gave birth to me, so I figure I have a better chance at drug addiction than alcohol addiction. Or at least that’s what I tell myself when I move on to my 6th beer.” She shrugged, a little smirk on her lips. The brunette was definitely embarrassed about the kind of parents she had, but she thought making jokes about them herself disassociated her with them, at least she hoped. Her eyebrows knit together and she stood up, pointing her thumb to the door, “Do you just want me to leave or something? Cause I have no problem just going back home instead.” The soft features of her face turned hard as one of her eyebrows rose, waiting for him to give her an actual answer.
