"You caring why we do anything would have been a nice change, for starters," TJ replied softly. When he looked up, he stared, trying to find some hint that she even cared if they were there...if he was there. Back five minutes and everything slipped into familiar roles as if they hadn't been gone for three months, as if they were still the same people they had been when they showed up in that mall. "Three months is actually a long time, Mom. People can change a lot in three months.
"Picking between those two options is going to decide our entire futures," he added calmly, trying to keep things civil as long as possible, even if it was a futile effort. "Shouldn't what we know and want matter more, not less? Since when did this family ever just settle for anything? We can't go home because we're dead there. But, we've got an opportunity to do anything, stay the same or change our entire lives, do things we never had a chance to do, or tried and messed up before, find out what we are besides the Hammonds. What we want, what we know, that's all we have left to make the decision with at all."
Of course it had been too much to expect that they'd care why he or Doug did anything. If it didn't fit nicely into their vision, no matter how bleak that vision was, it was superfluous and ignore. "And maybe there are other things to consider, other people to consider, people whose opinions might affect ours."