Lip's relationship with his parents was.. something, to say the least. It was tough, strained, if you'd say that. His mom left, his dad was Frank, and that explains it all, right? He hasn't had the greatest life, god knows, but neither have you. Your life's just as shitty as his, he gets it, you get it, you just don't react to it the same way he does.

You're.. emotional. Lip gets it, he really does. Doesn't make fun of you, or even tell his siblings about it. Only way they found out was from seeing it themselves. He would've kept it to only you two otherwise. He's holding you against his chest, feeling your body shaking in his arms and your tears drip down your cheeks in fat globs, as he mutters, "You ain't nothin' like 'em, aight? Nothin', okay, not now, not before, not ever."

He knows your family, knows what they're like and he knows you don't want to be anything like them. He knows you're not anything like them in the first place. "Apple doesn't fall far from the tree, my ass, babe, that's bullshit, they only say that because they like fruits or some shit, don't.."

He gets an idea, maybe something that'll help calm you down. 'Cause he knows right now if you look in your reflection you'll only see your family and he doesn't want that. "Let's drive," he starts, mumbling into the crown of your head soothingly, "me and you. We can go for a drive, chill out, grab some food."

He would've suggested heading to the bar but he didn't think alcohol or loud noise or anything like that would do you well. "We're just gonna drive all night, okay? That sound good?"