I’ve learned that his little brother takes after him and thinks that school is a complete waste of time. At least, he thought so while he was there. Now that’s he’s working at a place like this, he feels like it was worth it. I also learned that Mason adores animals almost as much as I do, but he doesn’t know how to interact with them at fluidly as me. Half the time he’s afraid he’s going to upset a cat by brushing it the wrong way and the other half of the time he’s focusing on me too much to realize that he’s actually doing what he’s supposed to be doing. He lives with his father and didn’t mention anything about his mother, so I assume she’s not in the picture. I guess friends ask why not, but I would call us close acquaintances rather than friends. I haven’t told him about my mother or about my father, and the fact that I’m a foster child. Since my slip-up three weeks ago I think he understands I don’t live with my parents, but he hasn’t asked me about it.
