He jumps and looks up to see his mother watching him as he enters their home.
"How did it go?"
"Oh, uh, uncle wasn't there and I wanted to wait for him." He avoids her gaze by bending to undo his shoes.
"That's very thoughtful of you."
"And I have to get ready for tomorrow," he says, feeling uncomfortable at her pleased tone. He ducks through the staircase curtains and makes his way up to the next floor. His mother's somewhat confused "Of course..." follows him up.