"I went to see the twins. And then Dad and I got to talking," he explained. "About...a lot of things." He'd had a lot of insight in how to hold a marriage together during a dangerous time. Both he and Mum had fought during the first war; he'd said it had been difficult to stand aside and watch her but that he'd had to because Mum was her own person.
She was pushing her food around. "You don't like dinner." He paused. "I should have gotten something else. I apologize." He felt as if he were trying here and she wasn't. In fact, she was acting a bit like a pouty child.