"Oh, so that means you'll read to me sometime? Excellent, I expect you to do different little voices for the characters and everything," he told her jokingly, but in a half matter of fact voice. Because he had to be honest, the visual was entertaining, to say the least.
"Maybe you can write a book about what we're going through now. Sort of a fictional non fiction? Use some of your experiences to make something truly epic," he suggested. After all, didn't most great authors do that? Really though, he had no idea. He was a terrible writer, as he had been told many times by his professors who were forced to read his essays. If they didn't want to read terrible material though, they shouldn't make him write them!
Going quiet for a moment though he nodded in understanding at her words. Not knowing if Faye or his mum were okay would drive him absolutely batty. "At least you get that.. right? Probably not much but.." he shrugged, giving her an encouraging smile. "I hope they let us out soon so you can see them. Either way though, I'm sure they know how strong you are being cooped up here dealing with all this. I'm sure they're incredibly proud.."