Fuck it. Kyle slides over and puts his arm around Tommy's shoulders.

"It was really bad," he mutters. "I get that. Not on a personal level - I lucked out with my folks - but I've seen it. One of my best friends, his family was pretty fucked up. Beating each other up and stuff, lots of drinking and drugs and all that. And it messes you up. But it's not... Even if it fucks you up, and it hurts you, you're still not a slave to it, you know? Like it doesn't have to define you."