[John looks up at her slowly at what she says, and his chest clenches with something familiar and painful. More than anything, there's understanding in his gaze. He never tried to take care of his foster father, never cared for him at all, but he can imagine how difficult it would have been.]

I'm sorry.

You shouldn't have to do that. Ever.

[that shouldn't be on her plate at all.]

My foster father... drank a lot. I never took care of him, but I took care of the things he was too busy drinking to take care of himself.