He nods, and he doesn't know yet what he wants to do, but having her support means everything.

Before he speaks again he hesitates. In this conversation he's probably measured his words more carefully than any other since the night they spoke after his father died. It's hard to know what to say, and harder to ask some things, but he's putting in the effort to try.

"Are they-- I'm not in trouble, am I, Liz? Are they mad at me?"