Becky knew he wasn't telling her the truth, or at least not all of it, but she knew better than to press him if he didn't want to talk about something.  She'd tried more than once over the years, and it inevitably just upset her when he either wouldn't talk to her, or got impatient with her and spoke without thinking.  So she let him be, but hugged him close, trying to show him how much she loved him, and would miss him. He knew he could talk to her whenever he was ready, and so she didn't bother to voice the sentiment, but let him lead her in the direction of Mom's room without comment.<br/><br/>"We all could use a night of fun, I think," she said, too cheerfully and with a smile she knew would look forced, without her having to see it.  She swallowed the lump in her throat, pushing the worry from her mind over his sudden change of mood, knowing at least part of it was her fault, but knowing he wouldn't let her into his head until he was good and ready to talk things out.  She hoped they would find something that would keep her mind off of things, otherwise she was going to have a hard night.