Family Dilemma

Straga sat next to his mother as she slowly drank from the beer he'd gifted her.

Together they sat in complete silence as they stared out into the replicated cosmos in front of them.

On the surface, Valerie seemed fine but Straga couldn't help but continue to think of the poor state he found her in. Even if she was doing her best to prevent him from asking anything about it.

"I'm surprised you thought to visit this place, baby-boy. You and Monica have been glued at the hip since she came back."

Valerie nudged her son in the stomach with a knowing look on her face. "Feels a bit like a second honeymoon, doesn't it? You can thank me for passing down that flexibility."

"Mom!"

"Oh, don't give me that." Valerie waved her hand as she laid back. "You were in your room for a week straight, I can't pretend to be that ignorant even if I am drunk."

Straga's worry for his mother practically multiplied at that moment.