His eyes have slid away, back to his DS, uncomfortable about the sudden change in conversation. “If social services found out that Mum was no longer living at home, that we were on our own—” “Yeah, yeah, I know,” he interrupts gruffly, pounding the buttons of his games console viciously with his thumbs. “We’d be taken into care and split up and all that shit.” His voice sounds fed up and angry, but I can sense the fear behind it.
Finally some characterization
