Dylan and Kelly were at his place.

Kelly: What do you mean you are having dinner at the Walshe's? We've got plans Dylan!

Dylan: What plans?

Kelly: I told Donna and David we'd go out with them! I told you yesterday!!

Dylan: No, you didn't.

Kelly: Of course I did! You just weren't listening, as usual.

Dylan: Well, did I say I'd go?

Kelly: No, you didn't, but just because you were in such a bad mood you wouldn't even talk to me.

Dylan: Then why would you think I'd want to go?

Kelly: Why wouldn't you? We never do anything! It's just dinner with our friends, why wouldn't you wanna come?

Dylan: I want to have dinner with my friends, that's why I'm going to the Walshe's. And you can come too if you want to.

Kelly: Thanks, but no thanks. I'm sick of you always going to that house.

Dylan: Brandon invited me! What was I supposed to say? He says Jim and Cindy have been asking for me, I haven't seen them in a while.

Kelly: Oh, I see. You can't say no to Jim and Cindy, but you sure don't mind saying no to me.

Dylan: It's not like that, kelly, and you know it. I owe the Walshes too much, they are the only family I got, and I haven't been going to the house that much since...

-Since Brenda left.- Kelly interrupted him. Dylan gazed at her and for a moment none of them spoke a word. Kelly almost regreted what she said, but she did not look down.

-Don't start, Kelly.- Dylan warned her, in a rough tone.

-Whatever. I'm leaving. Have fun.- She took her purse and slamed the door behind her, leaving Dylan alone and upset.

At the Walshe's, Cindy and Brandon were at the kitchen talking while she made dinner.

Cindy: I'm so glad Dylan said yes. Did he say if he'd bring Kelly?

Brandon: He didn't, but I don't think he will.

Cindy: Oh...

Brandon: He hasn't been doing fine these days.

Cindy: Well, it figures. Poor boy, things have been so hard for him.

Brandon: Seems it's always like this with Dylan, one thing or the other... and I feel there's nothing I can do.

Cindy: You just be his friend, that's all he needs from you. Just be a good friend to him, as always.

Brandon: Yeah but... somehow, I feel it's not enough, you know?

Cindy: Well honey, there isn't really anything else you can do. You know Dylan is like a son to your father and I, but as much as we'd like to, we can't change the things he has been through. All we can do is love him and care for him, and... well, be there for him, in case he needs to talk or anything.

Brandon: Yeah, because we know how much of a talker he is, right?

Both the mother and the son laugh at the irony of what Cindy had just said. She then took Brandon's hand in hers.

-We'll do everything we can, and everything he needs, to help him, and that will be enough. Don't worry, we'll make sure he's fine.- She sounded confident, and gave Brandon a smile.

-...I'd just wish Brenda were here.- Brandon Said. Cindy must have felt the same way, because her smile banished.