"Oh." For a moment, the youth was at a loss. That was a lot of baggage for anyone to be carrying, wasn't it? He had no clue who the ex was - nor would he particularly care to, nobody really wanted to be cool with both sides of an argument. It only caused more problems than necessary. "That would suck." In typical Kristi style, he'd taken a monumental set of issues and labeled it with a tag lowkey enough for him to be talking about a sold-out item in a foodsale.
"I'm sorry." It was an addition he probably didn't need to add, but in truth, he was sorry. Not necessarily for her issues with her ex, because everyone had them, and the guy probably had a right to be upset if she'd been keeping secrets like that one - but hey, if he was her ex, surely there was a reason. It was more her business than his, in Kristi's opinion. He was sorry, moreso, for the fact that she'd lost a child. He wasn't particularly one for children himself - apparently his mother had a fetish for eating them, and just in case certain traits bred true, Kristi had made a habit of avoiding anything small and wriggly since he'd fallen over the information.
"Obviously we need to do things that'll get you thinking about something else," he said. "Unless talking about it would help." Talking rarely helped Kris - not that he'd ever tried it - and therefore he left the window open should she want it. Otherwise there were the bikes, the trail, water bottles and a sneaky pair of watersquirting guns he'd thrown into the bottom of his backpack, and all the other things they had to play with on the island around them.