I turn my head, resting it on my knees and leaning into Ethan. He hums in thought. It would be much better, in my opinion, but there are some good things that came out of the chaos of my family. Meeting Ethan, for one.
“Maybe, but every family is different,” Ethan finally says, pulling my attention to him.
“Like yours?” I question, gently probing. I don’t want to be too forceful with my questioning and make him uncomfortable, but I would like to know more about his family.
“Like my family,” he mutters, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I let him adjust to where I’m leaning into his side and resting my head on his chest again. “They’re demanding, rough, and have one track minds, so I understand the struggle that comes with a family that doesn’t listen to your wants and needs.”
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