It was time for him to go home. Mum hadn't said anything, but they both knew it was time. He couldn't let himself be stolen away. She wouldn't say that she was trying to steal him away, but she was doing so. She never brought up his dad since that dinner he cut short. Now he was back home and he felt a bit out of place. A bit weird. He had been with his mum for quite a long time that he didn't know how to act.
He knew what to fall back on. Anger.
Since that dinner, he hadn't been as normal with her. As free. They would both conclude he was moody after that ambush. Well that was an ambush. Now their relationship was okay and he had trauma to deal with. His relationship with his boyfriend was ruined. He was talking to his boyfriend's father in a way he shouldn't.