Good job, mum. "Good." For once, he didn't feel the need to add an explanation - his mother loved having a full house, wasn't happy unless at least three people were sleeping on couches, or that having everyone around when everything was so up in the air was a comfort. He squeezed her hand, letting himself indulge in a couple seconds of thinking how nice it would be to be home for the holidays, and not worrying about any of ... this. "I'll wait til then to explode, then."