Kathy...
Dylan nodded. The two of us emerged from his bedroom holding hands. His parents were waiting for him with worried expressions on their faces.
"Dylan," his mother started, but he interrupted her.
"I want to apologize for my behavior earlier," he said.
I could tell that this was hard for him, but just the fact that he listened to what I had to say meant a lot to me. Even his parents looked shocked at his apology. His father was the first to recover.
"Does that mean you're finally going to talk to me?" he asked.
Dylan looked at me, and I gave his hand an encouraging squeeze.
"I guess I can try," he said. "Our relationship hasn't always been… the best."
"I know, son," there was a tinge of regret in his father's tone. "I've come to realize that over the years, but I haven't figured out how to address it."
"Maybe the two of you can talk it out?" I suggested, feeling like the neutral party in this situation. "I'm sure that some things can be resolved by talking."
