Well. [She stops rubbing his shoulder, but holds on to it. Leans a little before taking his arm, leading him to another game booth. It's not important but it's motion, something to keep them going while the real focus is on the conversation. Because she doesn't have it all mapped out. She's thought the same thoughts and all she has is her best attempt at a plan for the day her fight is over and she can go home. Presuming that day ever comes. Some days she can't see that far and others she can't live without hoping.]
You don't owe them explanations if you can't give them. Parents are... Parents should always be accepting, loving. If they truly love you they'll look past the worn sides of you, they won't need to know. But they'll be there if you need to tell them or decide to. I - That's what I like to think, anyway. I've done things... I'm not proud of. That I won't forget. But I hope that... were I to go home? My folks'd welcome me with open arms.