Harold's eyebrows lifted, and he looked at her sadly, "He.. really?" He hadn't been expecting something like that. Despite not liking his parents very much, Harold didn't know how he'd feel if they were to turn their back on him. It was almost comforting to know they'd be there for him to run too if he ever really needed to. "Aw Sal, I'm sorry," He added softly, surprised at how genuine he was being. Damned alcohol!
He fidgeted a little bit, "That was the whole truth? How come you don't believe me? That's not fair now is it?"