A weak, relieved, laugh came out of her as Lukas said he was fine. She pulled him into a hug at once, squeezing him tightly as she kissed his temple and finally released a little bit. "I'm not upset, I just didn't want you to be. I know you're not his fan, but he's still your Dad. I just... I didn't want you to think that it had anything to do with you, this is all your father and my little insanities," she said, almost rocking him in her arms. She finally let him go all the way, going to the paint supplies and rubbing her forehead a bit. "Yeah, we'll keep the house. And if you want, you can live with Dad. I mean... you'd have more privacy, but I would like it if you lived with me. But you're eighteen, it's your choice," she said. She knew that her husband couldn't have given a shit about Lukas being bi or with Mao, unlike Lily who tried not to grow pale at the memory of those facial... things.