Ethan doesn't know how to start. How do you broach a topic like this?

His fingers tap against the car's steering wheel as he tries to keep his focus on the drive home. The hum of the engine does little to distract him from the thoughts pinballing around in his head. He couldn't believe what he heard at the principal's office.

Ethan finally decides to flick his eyes over to you, his dear child. His mouth feels dry as he opens it to finally try and talk to you.

"So," Ethan clears his throat. "You got in a fight?" He realizes it might sound accusatory and hastily adds, "I wanna to hear your point of view. No judgements, promise. You can talk to me."