"She told me that too." Not that Rosalie had really been thinking about it at the time. Not knowing quite what to do with herself, she leaned against the table, still unsure as to the purpose of his visit.
Tilting her head at his question, contemplating it, she was quiet for several seconds. "I hope not. Not difficult, exactly. There are some things, like him being suicidal, that will probably always worry me." Rosalie rubbed her face tiredly, in between the bruises. "But for the rest of it...sometimes people are clean and sober and sometimes they're not, and sometimes they're healthy or sick or hurting." People going in and out of rehab, or periods of good and bad temper or stability wasn't so foreign to her. Daniel wasn't quite to stable yet, she didn't think, but he was making progress.