today you were at his house. he was talking to you about a book he read when his parents started arguing. he kept going as if nothing was happening.

you notice this and decide to question him about it. “Do they argue a lot? Should we go talk somewhere else?” you ask curiously but quietly, so only he can hear. he looks at his parents and then back at you.

“I’m used to it by now.” he shrugs. he had an unusually calm face for someone whose parents are arguing right next to. “We can stay here.”