Time for a muture, adult discussion (tag petrelliheidi)
He parked outside his mom's house, then took a deep breath before getting out of the car. He could do this. Whatever she said, however angry she turned out to be... he could handle it. He was dressed just a little bit more carefully than usual--and, for once, had kept the wind from messing up his hair. He'd turned his appearance from casual into something he could use as armor. He wanted... he wanted Mom to know how serious he was.
He walked slowly up the steps and rang the bell, trying to keep himself from bouncing nervously.
He walked slowly up the steps and rang the bell, trying to keep himself from bouncing nervously.