[Alex just frowns, and she takes a sip of her own scotch before she settles it back onto the desk. Then she leans forward, resting her elbow on it and her chin into the palm of her hand. Her eyes peer into his, and she offers something different to focus on. Something hopefully better anyway--she knows that sometimes family things can be very weird and filled with minefields that outsiders don't understand until they accidentally step onto one.]
Tell me about them? The good things? Like times when you were children?
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Tell me about them? The good things? Like times when you were children?