[He's silent for a moment. There's a lot he can talk about easily. Give him a topic and chances are he'll know at least something about it, thanks to frequent all night Wikipedia spirals. But there are other things that are a struggle, and talking about his mom, even with Scott, has always been difficult.]
It was. Or...it was supposed to be, I guess.
[He moves, a little farther away from Dean, and leans against the wall.]
no subject
It was. Or...it was supposed to be, I guess.
[He moves, a little farther away from Dean, and leans against the wall.]
She was sick. Frontotemporal dementia.