Aaron understands the teenage hormone-addled mind. That’s not his problem.

Aaron’s problem is that your parents are letting you run around NY like some adult.

You’ve changed, too. Drastically.

Stealing, lying, disrespecting any-and-everyone, running away, overall breaking all rules.

Aaron stares from across the couch. Now that he thinks about it, you’re different in general. Mentally and physically.

“Hey, kid.” He starts. “You’re okay, right?” He puzzles, patting a hand on your calf.