He could tell her he was fine. He could tell her it wasn't killing him. He could tell her that whatever he was feeling, his dad must have it ten times worse. But he didn't know how convincing he could be with any of that. "Sophie, please. I trust you. I come to you when I can't tak to Dad. Please. You can do whatever you can to help him, or whatever just.. He can't know that this is bothering me." He been trying so hard to hide it.