Michael is on the computer in his room.
Ben knocked on the door. "Enter" Michael called.
"Hi, Michael, what are you up to?"
"Flogging the car on the internet." Michael said calmly.
Ben's eyes bulged, "WHAT?"
"Joking father, I was testing your pressure under stress: it's a sign of maturity that you react calmly and collectively in a crisis. I guess that rule doesn't apply to you!"
"Michael, I've come to talk to you, again."
"Mum finally got to you then?" Michael turned around from his computer.
"Why do you say that?" Ben asked.
"Well earlier you were denying becoming a better father, and taking interest, yet now you're all prepared for an interrogation of my life. Why is that father?" Michael looked down on Ben.
"Michael," Ben hissed, "Let's just do this, we don't need to straighten out the other details."
"I think we do father. Don't you remember last time we had a little chat?"
"That was when you were 12, and I don't need to tell you the facts of life now."
"Yes, your attempt wasn't that brilliant then either."
"Look, you're growing up, and you're almost out of your teenage years. You will be going to university, and getting a full time job, and becoming a man, and so…"
"So you've come to tell me everything there is to know about cutting it in the big wide world?" Michael interrupted.
"No, I'll leave that for your mother. The point is would you like to come to… Would you like to go camping on your own for a few weeks?"
Michael raised his eyebrows. "I'll take that as your first attempt. Why not come back tomorrow and have another go? Goodnight father." Michael pushed Ben out of the door, then closes it.
On the other side of the door, Ben sinks and puts his hands over his face.