"Yeah. I know. I just," he scrunched his face up as if talking about everything was still difficult. And it was. The woman who raised him was sick. Dying even. And he hadn't been verry good to her lately. Even though he knew that, being around her and in the house was harder, knowing he could lose her. He didn't want to face it, and being away from it all, with his friends and girlfriend, he could sort of ignore it.
"Just wasn't ready to deal with it." He said finally.