"Yeah," John mumbled. He didn't talk about his dad very often. "He died six months ago."
John felt another connection forged between him and Rory, brought about by their lack of fathers. Though the circumstances were completely different.
He listened to her while she talked about her grandparents, and he wondered how her mom had willingly gone back to them to ask for money. If it was her last resort, that made sense, but he curbed his curiosity. "Your mom sounds incredible," he commented when she stopped to look around the sitting room they had just entered.
Curious to see if the furniture were as comfortable as it looked, John dropped down onto one of the overstuffed chairs. It was as comfortable as it looked, John thought, letting himself sink into the padding. "I may never get up," he informed Rory, stretching out his long limbs over the chair.