The combination of discomfort and his lack of energy make discussing his mother too much for him to delve into the matter, and he chooses to let it rest. The topic of his sister and her purring are far more pleasant.

Fading blush prolonged at her tease, he lifts his chin from her head and he rolls with her to lay down on top of the bed with a soft flop, “She has them, but I have several of us literally right over there.” He gestures with one hand at the small collection of framed photos in the corner, knowing she has seen them before but still willing to at least attempt to redirect her.