Considering Kevin hadn't the faintest idea what she needed to tell him, he didn't really know how to advise her on how to bring it up. He was usually a fan of the ripping off the band-aid approach, although showing and not telling usually worked well too. At least it did in literature.
He followed her down the hallway, looking around, but he wasn't getting any clues from the house so far. The room she led him into was different - blue, and decorated for a child. It made him smile, seeing all the decorations; it also made him miss his old home, though his room hadn't been decorated in a way similar to this for years.
And then, he was confused. He felt oddly guilty, for some reason, though he couldn't quite put his finger on why. Had he done something wrong, coming here? "What are you showing me?" he asked, taking a step closer to look at the picture. He peered at it, frowning; that almost looked like him when he was younger, except, she wasn't that old when he was that young. What...
Oh. He thought he knew, but it seemed to surreal, made him feel a bit numb. "Who is that?" he asked, voice soft. His hands had come up out of his pockets, one resting against his chest, the other rubbing the opposite forearm. It was a self-comforting and slightly defensive gesture, preparing himself for what she was going to say.