“She’s called Michelle, but Scott—that’s my brother—we just call her Misha most of the time. Or Mish-Mash. Or Potato.”
“Potato?”
“She’s kind of lumpy.”
Jayden laughed properly and untangled himself, scrubbing at the tears with the heel of his hand. “What about your brother?” he mumbled.
“Scott? He’s nineteen,” Darren said, vanishing into a cubicle briefly and reappearing with a wad of paper that he handed over. Jayden scrubbed at his eyes and mumbled a thanks. “Well, you’re welcome. Presuming it helped. I can hug, but that’s about all I can do for tears.”
“I think I needed a hug,” Jayden admitted, still sniffing. “I just…I love my mum and she tries but she’s always trying to fix it and she can’t fix it, she just can’t, and Charley goes and rants about them and says how we’re going to be amazing one day, and I just…I just need a hug sometimes.”