"Not by blood, no." Kyle had plenty of friends, but his family was limited to his mom, even if he did consider Alan to be a kind of father figure to him. As close as he ever had, at the very least. He didn't blame his real dad at all, he'd gone missing in the jungle, presumed dead. "But I have friends that'll look in on her. Especially if I'm not around." That was one of the things about being in the Green Lantern Corps, you became almost brothers, and he knew Guy would watch out for his mom.
Odd as it may seem, he did understand her, the bed in his loft had a kind of lonely quality to it. Maybe because it was foreign, he'd never slept on it, so it just gave off that kind of appearance. "Nothing wrong with sleeping on the couch. Should try sleeping on the moon sometime. 'Bout as easy as it sounds." Well, easier, because the Justice League had a tower up there, but still.
He took a seat next to her on the couch, not sitting overly close, or too far away. "Mainly, I just went there to try and find my muse, city life was a little too stressful right then. There was one guy in charge of the whole thing, we'd do classes, I didn't get tons of chances to attend them. Learned some new techniques." A small pause to take a sip of the wine before he leaned back against the couch. "I made a painting out there. Of a light house during a storm. Couldn't figure out if it was suppose to be a light in the darkness, or darkness surrounding light."