"Yeah, it is," Brooklyn agreed softly. She did agree, but it tended not to be her typical thing. She was optimistic, outgoing, peppy. This downer stuff wasn't really her thing, but Verity had no way of knowing that, not really. The topic was impossible to get away from, and cracking jokes with her brother was on the chopping block wasn't really going to happen.
"What's that?" asked Brooklyn, turning her head to the side to give her full attention to Verity's proclamation. Oh. She winced. "Okay, that's a downer, yeah. And probably true, I can't refute that, but a lot of us do have family that love us too, it's just tough sometimes—" Brooklyn prattled on, trying to undermine that awful truth with the fact that people loved her. Brooklyn's, Winter's, Acacia's, and Tilly's parents all loved them. Truth be told she didn't know intricate detail of other people's homelives, just what they shared. Maybe Verity was more right.
It became apparent that Verity hadn't just fallen silent while hugging her knees to herself. "Verity?" Brooklyn asked tentatively, frown turned more to concern as she leaned a bit closer. She didn't seem entirely unresponsive, but it was concerning. She reached out a hand and waved it front of her face. "Verity?" Increasingly concerned.