Oh, why did he have to cry? She hates when kids cry. Even if he's taller and older, at the moment, he's a kid crying. She has some tissues and presses them into his hand. "Hey, it's okay. It's okay. It'll wear off."

"Oh, I was a miserable child. Angry all the time and so lonely. I wouldn't want to go back to that." Like she's gotten away from it. "Here we are. Want to sit down?" He doesn't seem the type to want to jump into the fountain, but she won't stop him if he tries.