We're Okay

I don't know when we fell asleep, but we did. And sure enough, I woke up and Noah was asleep on top of me. I nudge him awake and he sits up. "So... Do you wanna talk about what happened? It's fine if you don't." I say to him, hoping to start a conversation. He nods and says, "It's my mom, she called me last night. I was stupid to answer. My last hope was that she had finally come around. All she did was yell at me. She said some horrible things and eventually I just hung up. I tried playing the guitar to cheer myself up but I couldn't. Thank you for being there with me. Thank you." I feel so bad for him. He just lived out one of my greatest fear. I hope to god neither of us have to experience this ever again. "You're welcome," I say to him, "I just wanted to make sure you were okay." He smiles in agreement and then says, "As a cheerful change of subject, would you like to go shopping with me?" That's the second time this week he's asked me to go somewhere with him. "Sure! Where to?" I say. "Well with our limited amount of money, I'd say GoodWill. There's some really cute things there I think you would like!" Oh wow. He knows my style. He genuinely cares...