listening to what Caroline told him, he realized they were not so different after all. Leaning forward, he wiped the tears from her face and said, "When it comes to having real parents, I can tell you I dont know shit about that. My mom left when I was just a toddler and my dad is a hardass military captain. I grew up in a slum where it was fight or get the shit knocked out of you. The first person I fought was when I was nine, broke the guys arm, both his leg, and shattered his nose. Had I grown up any other place I would probably be more worried about the next time I would get to watch tv or something."
He scooted closer to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close and saying, "Look, I kind of suck at trying to say positive stuff, but for you ill make an effort. It doesnt matter if you grew up in the stereotypical normal life or grew up in a shithole. Life is lived the way you lead it to be, for the good and the bad. I guess what your brother did for you is trying to prepare you for the bad, but at the same time trying to put some good into it by being there for you."
He chuckled then added, "If you wanted to know about normal, Ill tell you I dont know shit about it. But I guess while we are here in this world, lets be our wonderfully crazy unnormal selves together."
After he said this, he noticed a new girl coming to their table. "Glad to know we seem fine" he said sarcastically, but managed to smile and show he was not being serious about it.