It's really weird to tell someone that. It's like you're inside their head. You think he likes when he can tell when Stiles likes a girl? Or, Isaac? Isaac has a wandering eye. Besides that, he's like, on the cusp of always been angry. So, that's fun. Point being, maybe it's a little better he keeps that under wraps for now.

"I like the color."

It isn't too bright. Or, black. It's cool.

Keeping up with her, her eyes fall on the three-piece sectional. He drops down next to her and slides back, sitting against the cushions. He sighs, closing his eyes. Yeah. He likes this one definitely. Opening them again, he smiles at her.

"It's nice. Soft." But, not too soft. He's not sinking into it. But, it still moves with his weight. His thoughts move from the soft couch to them having to get a soft green couch. He keeps the smiles but the glint in his eyes lessens. It's great to have his mother here, don't get him wrong. But, she's stuck, now. Is it his fault? He had thought about her a lot in the last two weeks. It's his mother.

"I'm sorry," he finally lets out, his mouth curling down apologetically.