Jeez. [He rubs both hands over his face and drops back onto his bed, pulling the communicator with him to hold in front of his face.]

This sucks. Maybe we should just - sit down and talk with them or something. Or - I dunno, maybe that's even worse. I don't think I wan to to know the details of what was real and what wasn't. And - I don't think I want them to know everything, either.

[The nogitsune, Allison, there's so much that would just - if nothing else, it would be uncomfortable. And that's best case scenario.

He's still not sure how to talk about it, or what is safe to talk about. So he reaches for something else, and even if his dad is the douchiest father ever, the Sheriff definitely isn't.]

Hey, I've got an idea. Wanna meet me in the art room?