(A/N: Hmm, a little light on the hits, but I'm not really surprised since this movie isn't really significant right now, so it's to be expected that it would fall under the radar. But hey, hits are hits, and it will always be here for whenever anyone does decide to come by it. So, last chapter we were introduced to Lady, along with Jock, or Jacque in this story, and Trusty. And now, as this chapter title indicates, we will be meeting Tramp, and the part is going to start to pick up, so let's get to it.)

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Chapter 2: Meeting The Tramp

Living on the streets was tough, but one did what one had to in order to get by. And today was just a day like any other. With the sun on the rise, the streets began to stir. And as the light shined through the broken window of an abandoned warehouse, Homer let out a groan as it fell over his closed eyes, waking him from his sleep.

The persistent sun kept shining, and he blinked open his eyes, wincing as the sun shined into them and he was temporarily blinded. He recoiled from the light, rolling off his mattress and onto the dirty floor. He became tangled in the old blanket he was wrapped in and let out another groan as he sat up.

Pulling his arms from his entanglement, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and let out a yawn. He freed himself from the confines of the blanket and stood up, stretching his limbs, then looked at his surroundings, trying to remember where he was.

As sleep left his brain, things came back to him. He had opted to sleep in one of the old, abandoned warehouses, having found a torn-up mattress to sleep on and a hole-filled blanket to cover himself with. Not the most comfortable of places, but he had slept in worse. And honestly, he wasn't picky. When one lived on the streets, you took what you could get, and you were grateful for it. But in all honesty, he was pretty happy with his life, all things considered.

Most people would probably be appalled if he told them that he enjoyed living on the streets. Strangely though, they never seemed interested in why. But if they did ask, he would chalk it up to a single word. Freedom. Here, he had no rules or responsibilities. The only thing he had to concern himself with was himself. He could go where he wanted, do what he wanted, and no one could tell him otherwise. Not even the law… which was why he often found himself on the run from it.

But that was just the way things were. You did what you needed to in order to get by, and sometimes that put you on the other side of the law. And he wasn't the only one this applied to. There were actually quite a few orphaned kids on the streets. Some of them had even earned pretty big reputations. Homer had earned one for himself for how much he got around, unable to bring himself to settle in one place for long. It was because of this that he had come to be known as the Tramp.

He didn't mind the nickname. In fact, he kind of liked it. And it was true, he did get around a lot, usually not staying in the same place for more than a few days at a time. And today was a new day, and it was time to get his morning started.

He left the warehouse and headed out into town. Taking a short walk to a stream he knew of, he did his best to clean himself. Just because he lived on the streets didn't mean he had to look like a street rat. After all, he knew he looked good. With his shaggy, light brown hair and brown eyes, he was able to draw the attention of many of the ladies.

It was, in truth, another reason for his nickname, or so he liked to joke; he got around amongst the women as well. Even at 16 years old, he had earned quite the reputation as a playboy.

But it wasn't just the ladies he was good with. Tramp knew how to be very charismatic. He knew many people in town and had friends all over, from the poor to rich sections alike, though he mostly stuck to the lower-class area, to his own kind, as certain people would say he should. Not so much because he cared about what those people thought, but because of the rise in police activity.

Over the past several weeks, it seemed that the police were intent on rounding up all the homeless kids and putting them in orphanages and foster homes. But for those like him, known troublemakers who had been avoiding the law for a long time, they would find themselves with a one-way ticket to the still relatively new juvenile hall, a system that had been founded at the beginning of the 1900s. It was basically a prison for children, or so word on the street claimed.

But Tramp wasn't really worried. He knew how to get around and avoid the cops. The boys in blue had been after him for a long time, but they hadn't caught him yet. So he felt no worry as he waltzed through town without a care in the world.

"What to do for breakfast?" he wondered out loud.

His eyes scanned the different restaurants. He was actually on good terms with many of the owners, having done odd jobs for them or advertising for their place of work. As such, they had no problem slipping him some food whenever he passed through.

His eyes landed on an Italian restaurant and his face lit up. "Hey, Tony's! I haven't been there in a week."

Of all the restaurant owners he was on good terms with, Tony was the one he was closest to. Tramp almost thought of the man as a father figure. He was a strict but kind and fair man, even if his accent did make it difficult to understand him at times.

Of course, Tramp had enough tact not to just walk through the front door and be seen getting free food in front of the customers, so he went around back. As he came to the back door, the top of which hung open, he heard the head chef, Joe, barking orders to his fellow employees, meaning Tony must be out if Joe was in charge. But that was ok, because Tramp was on good terms with him as well.

Walking up to the door, Tramp knocked on the upper open half. "Sounds like the boss is out if you're in charge," he called out jokingly.

Inside, Joe poked his head from around the corner. The irritated scowl on his face shifted to a grin at the sight of the boy. "Well, buon giorno, Butch!" he greeted happily in an Italian accent. "Where have you been?"

Tramp smirked. To both Tony and Joe, he was known as Butch. It was a false name he gave them in case the police asked around about him so it wouldn't cause them any trouble for associating with him. "Oh, just trying to get by, same as you. Sounds like you're having a little trouble this morning though. Anything I can do to help?"

Joe just waved this off. "Nothin' for you to worry-a about, son; just a little busy with the mornin' rush-a." He gave Tramp a knowing look. "I'm guessing you're looking for-a your own breakfast."

Placing a hand over his heart, Tramp feigned a hurt look. "You wound me, Joe. I just wanted to stop by and say hi."

At that moment, his stomach decided to growl loudly. Both he and Joe glanced at it, and the latter let out a bark of laughter.

"Yes, I'm sure that's why-a you came," he teased before disappearing around the corner again. He came back a minute later with a large breakfast roll that he handed to Tramp. "Next time stop by a-sooner. You know the boss and I treat you good."

Tramp gratefully accepted the roll. "And take advantage of your hospitality? I could never."

Smiling in amusement, Joe ruffled his hair. "I bet-a you couldn't. Now, you go enjoy your day, kid, and try to stay outta trouble. I'll see you later."

He headed around the corner again and resumed giving orders to the rest of the staff. Tramp chuckled and took a bite of his breakfast roll as he headed off. He leisurely strolled through the town, going wherever his feet took him, and eventually ended up strolling through the park.

He walked along a hedge wall, and as he made to turn the corner, he froze at the sight before him. There handcuffed to a bench, were two of his fellow street folks. He recognized them as Peggy and Bill. He was on good terms with both of them and would hang out with them from time to time.

It seemed that they had been caught by the police. They were handcuffed together, the chain going through the space between the bench, which was bolted to the ground. He didn't see the cop anywhere, so he guessed that whoever had caught them had left them chained to the bench while they went to bring the car around.

Big mistake. Tramp's hand went into his pocket and pulled out his lock-picking equipment, and he hurried over to them, dropping to their side. Bill jumped at his sudden appearance, but smiled when he saw who it was.

"Hey, Peg, it's the Tramp!" he exclaimed in delight.

The blonde girl looked around him and her face lit up as well. "Oh, hey there, handsome. Been awhile."

Tramp barely glanced at them as he got to work picking the cuff's lock. "Just be glad that I came by when I did. Now hold still, I gotta get you out of here."

Peggy smiled in appreciation. "Gee, thanks. We got a little sloppy pick-pocketing this morning. Got busted before we realized we were seen."

"We made a run for it," Bill continued, "but didn't get away. The cop left us here while he went to bring up the car."

Tramp nodded as his suspicions were confirmed. "Well, just sit tight. I'll have you out of here in just a minute."

"Hey, you, over there, stop!"

Tramp poked his head out from behind his friends to see the cop in question pulling up; it seemed he had spoken too soon. But he refused to leave though, and a few seconds later, the cuffs unlocked. The moment they fell away, all three teenagers bolted. The cop had pulled up and was now exiting his vehicle as they darted around the hedge. Tramp pressed himself up against it the moment he turned the corner while Peggy and Bill raced by, pausing to look back at him questioningly.

"Scram!" he told them. "And be careful!"

The two of them didn't need to be told twice and raced off. As the cop turned the corner, Tramp stuck out his foot, causing him to trip, and Tramp ran off in the opposite direction Peggy and Bill had taken off in.

"Why you little brat!" the officer shouted as he climbed to his feet. "Get back here!"

Tramp wondered if such an order ever worked on anyone fleeing from someone else as he raced across town. He could hear the officer running after him, coupled with his cries of "Stop!" But Tramp didn't stop as he proceeded to run down alleys, hop fences, and race across private property.

When he began to tire, he ducked behind a mailbox and took a moment to catch his breath. He listened for his pursuer, but didn't hear anything, so he poked his head out. There was no sign of the policeman anywhere. It seemed he had managed to successfully lose him.

Getting up, Tramp smiled to himself for a job well-done and began to look around. He noticed right away that he had ended up running into the upper-class part of town based on how nice and how large the homes were, and the neighborhood he was currently in was as clean and as nice as it could be.

An amused smile spread across Tramp's face. "Well, snob city."

He casually took a look around. He hadn't been to this part of town for quite a while. He wondered if the place had changed or of it was still the same place he remembered, full of a bunch of stuck-up rich folk who turned their noses up at people like him. Probably the latter.

"Let's see how the fancy folk are living these days," he said to himself before he began making his way down the road.

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A million thoughts and feelings were racing through Lady's head. It was the day after her birthday party, and she was still trying to wrap her head around what her parents had told her the other day once all the guests had left.

A baby. Her parents were having a baby. This news had been meant to be a happy surprise, an extra birthday present, but it had been more shocking than anything. She had never given any thought to having a younger sibling. She knew that she was adopted, and her parents had been under the impression that they couldn't have children. Mother Nature, apparently, had decided otherwise.

Lady's mind had been reeling ever since her parents had told her. They were certainly excited about this unexpected development, but she was still trying to come to terms with it. What would this mean for their family? What would this mean for her? How would this affect all their lives?

Sufficient to say, she hadn't gotten much sleep last night. And once she had gotten up, she had called Jacque and told her to come over, and to bring her brother. She needed to speak to someone about everything she was thinking and feeling, but she didn't want to dump this on her parents with how happy they very clearly were.

Letting out a sigh, Lady leaned back in her chair as she closed her tired eyes. The sunlight shining on her face was relaxing, but her mind was too active to fall asleep, despite how tired she was. Her thoughts were interrupted though when she heard Jacque call out to her. "Lulu, are you awake?"

Opening her eyes, she looked and saw Jacque and Trusty enter the backyard. She sat up straight and motioned for them to join her at the table, and the two of them sat down.

"Good morning, Miss Lady," Trusty greeted her.

Not bothering with the pleasantries, Jacque crossed her arms, getting straight to business. "Ok, start talking. We saw your mom on our way in and she said you would tell us the good news. Is this why you wanted us to come over? What's happening?"

Lady began twisting the material of her dress in her grip as she shifted nervously in her seat. "Ok, ok, so this is what happened. Last night after the party, my parents talked to me about something important. Something life changing."

Jacque's eyebrows rose up into her hairline and she suddenly looked on edge. "They didn't make an arranged marriage for you, did they?"

Her question surprised Lady. While there were some parents who would make such arrangements, her parents were known for being opposed to such things. After the struggles the two of them had faced to be together, they had told her that she should never marry for anything other than love, no matter what society said. She had thought that Jacque was aware of that.

Lady shook her head. "No, nothing like that, but it's something just as big." She took a deep breath. "My parents are having a baby."

There, she had said it, and now she looked at her two friends to see how they would react. Both of them looked surprised at first, but then Jacque was positively beaming.

"Lulu, that's great!" she exclaimed excitedly. "You're going to be a big sister!"

Trusty nodded, smiling as well, though he was doing a better job of controlling his own excitement. "Yes, congratulations. This is wonderful news. You must be so excited."

Lady nodded and smiled, but the smile didn't quite reach her eyes. "I am excited, but…"

She trailed off, not sure how to say what she had to say. Jacque took note of her expression and raised an eyebrow. "Uh oh. I know that look. Ok, tell us what's wrong."

Lady sighed and averted her eyes. "I don't know. It sounds ridiculous."

She was twisting her dress so tightly now that she threatened to rip it. Noticing this, Trusty reached out and placed his hand on top of hers to calm her. "Miss Lady, if it's causing you to worry like this, then it's not nothing. You know that we'll do whatever we can to help you."

Jacque scooted her chair closer to her so she could wrap an arm around Lady's shoulders. "He's right, you can tell us anything. You know that you're my best friend."

Lady truly appreciated that, and she gave them both a grateful smile. "Thank you both; you don't know how much that means to me. And like I said, I know this sounds stupid, but, well, I guess I'm just afraid that when the new baby comes that it will change things between my parents and me."

She felt her face turn red with shame. It was a horrible thought to have, and she hated the fact that it had entered her head at all, but it was there all the same. She knew her parents better than that, plus, she wasn't a little girl anymore who needed to rely on them for everything. But still, she wanted her parents' love. She was fine with sharing, but a part of her was afraid that this new baby would take her parents away from her.

A look of understanding crossed Trusty's face as he looked at her. "Ah, I see the problem."

Jacque just held Lady tightly. "Oh, come on, that is ridiculous. You can't be serious."

"She's very serious," Trusty told his sister. "And it's actually a fairly common thing to feel. I felt it myself when Mom was pregnant with you."

This seemed to surprise Jacque, and she looked at her brother with new eyes. "You did?"

He nodded. "I did. Like I said, it's a fairly common thing to feel. But trust me, you'll find that as your family grows, so does the heart, and there is plenty of room in it."

Jacque let out a snort. "That sounded really cheesy. Did you hear that from somewhere?"

Trusty gave his sister a disapproving look and shook his head. "No, I'm the one who said that, and it's true, believe me. Miss Lady, I had the exact same concerns you had, but I had nothing to worry about. Neither do you."

Lady hesitated as she bit her bottom lip. She supposed what he said made sense, about what she felt being common as well her fears being unfounded. And she trusted what he said; he was Trusty after all. But there was something different about her situation, something she felt horrible for even thinking about.

"But my situation is different than yours," she told him, lowering her eyes in shame. "After all, I'm… adopted."

She closed her eyes tight, hardly able to believe that she had said what she had just said. She had known that she was adopted for many years now, her parents having told her a long time ago. Yet she had never once felt as if that had mattered. Her parents loved her whole-heartedly and unconditionally, and she loved them. She had never felt like she was any less their daughter or that they were any less her parents, blood ties or not.

But now her parents were having a child of their own, one that came from the two of them. Flesh of their flesh, blood of their blood. It was a bond that Lady would never have with them, no matter how much love they had for each other. It was true that blood ties weren't everything and they weren't what exclusively made people family, but still, it made her worry. Her parents had adopted her because they desperately wanted to have a child, but thought that they hadn't been able to. But now that they were finally having one, a dark part of her mind was telling her that she was no longer needed.

Both Jacque and Trusty stared at her for several long moments, and then the former scoffed. "Lulu, you really are an idiot. How can you possibly think that that would make a difference? It doesn't matter if you're adopted or not, you're still their daughter, and you always will be."

Trusty was nodding along with what his sister was saying. "She's right, Miss Lady. You've spent 16 years as their daughter in every sense of the word and in every way that matters. Them having a baby isn't going to suddenly just make that disappear."

Jacque nodded her head furiously. "Right, right. Your family is just growing, it's not replacing you. No one can ever replace you in your parents' hearts."

At her friends' words, a feeling of relief went through Lady. Deep down, she had known all this already, she just needed to hear someone else say it in order to dispel these foolish thoughts running through her head. And she knew that if she spoke to her parents about it that they would tell her the exact same thing.

A smile began to spread across her face as she thought about how silly she was being when a somewhat obnoxious laughter reached her ears.

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Tramp was laughing. He just couldn't help it. The sheer naivety of these people was astounding. How could anyone possibly be so ignorant?

He hadn't meant to eavesdrop, not really. He had simply been passing by when their conversation had reached his ears. The topic of their talk had caught his attention, and the next thing he knew, he had stopped to listen.

By the end of the heartfelt speech from the other two to the girl, Lulu they said her name was, was so sickeningly sweet that it was almost unbearable. They had no idea what they were talking about, and it was painfully obvious that they were just telling her what they thought she needed to hear. And while that may have been done with good intentions to make her feel better, it would ultimately hurt her even more in the end.

Reality could be a cruel thing. Tramp knew that first hand. And the fact that Lulu's friends could speak with such certainty without really understanding the situation or having gone through it themselves showed how naïve they were. But Tramp knew, and it was why he had found their ignorance so humorous. But it had been the sappy sentimentality of it all that had made him unable to hold in his laughter.

There was no point in trying to sneak away; he knew they had heard him. So he might as well reveal himself and deliver some harsh truths. It wouldn't be easy to hear, but it would be better to know what was coming rather than to remain ignorant and have the rug suddenly pulled out from under you later.

Reaching up, he grabbed the top of the fence and hoisted himself up so he could see into the yard. He saw the two young women, both about his age, and a man who looked like he was in his mid-twenties. Tramp tried to figure out which of the girls was the one with the problem and determined that it was the one with the auburn-colored hair.

He felt his eyebrows rise as he stared at her with interest. She was very pretty, for a rich girl. Had she been just any girl that he ran into on the street, he would have definitely tried pursuing her, but, alas, she was of the upper-class. Which was a real shame, because after the initial surprise she displayed at his sudden appearance, he caught a glimmer of interest in her gaze.

It was too bad she was off the table for someone like him, but at least he could prepare her for what was coming when the new baby arrived and her life was turned upside-down.

"You guys sure know a lot about a situation you've never been in," he told them, showing no shame at having been caught listening to their conversation or butting into what they were saying. "I suppose next you'll be telling her what it's like to do something like to conduct a train or something, even though you've never done that either." He paused for a moment before nodding at Trusty. "Well, I don't know if you have or not, but I doubt your girlfriend there has."

Looking outraged, Jacque stood up and placed her hands on her hips. "Excuse me, but I'm his sister! And just who are you?"

Smirking, Tramp hopped over the fence and landed in the yard. "Someone with the knowledge and experience to know what they're talking about." He casually strolled over to the three of them, as if he weren't trespassing in Lady's yard. "Only those who have been through similar experiences can really say what something is like. May I?"

He gestured to the chair Jacque had just vacated when she stood up, and without waiting for an answer, sat down in it. He ignored the appalled look on Jacque's face as he turned to Lady.

"I hate to break this to you, Pidgeon, but your friends here, as noble as their intentions are, really aren't doing you any favors by not telling you the truth about your situation."

Lady blinked. Did he just call her 'Pigeon'? Where did he get that from? "What do you mean?"

Trusty's eyes narrowed in dislike. "Yes, what do you mean?"

Tramp shrugged. "Simply that you don't know what you're talking about. But I do. The name's Homer by the way, but everyone calls me Tramp."

He held his hand out to her. Lady glanced at it for a moment before taking it. "Lulu. People call me Lady."

Tramp suddenly surprised her when instead of shaking her hand, he brought it to his lips and kissed it, causing her to blush. "Lady, huh? Well, you certainly are a lovely Lady. I think I prefer Pigeon though."

She gave him a bewildered look as she willed the warmth out of her cheeks. "Why?"

He smirked. "I happen to think pigeons are very cute."

The heat that had just left Lady's face returned, and she turned an even darker shade of red when she realized that he was still holding her hand, and quickly retracted it.

Jacque just scoffed. "Pigeons are dirty birds. I'm not surprised that you would find them cute."

Tramp placed a hand over his heart. "You wound me. You're certainly no bird though. You remind me more of a Scottish terrier."

Jacque's face turned red, but for a completely different reason than Lady's had. "Are you calling me a dog!?"

Tramp chuckled. "I meant no offense. But I do like dogs too."

"Trusty," she practically screamed, "get him out of here!"

As her brother stood up, Tramp raised his hands in surrender. "Hey, I don't want any trouble. I was just trying to help out your friend by telling her the truth."

Lady gave him a confused look. "The truth about what?"

Putting down his hands, Tramp turned back to her. "About the little bundle of misery coming your way. Hate to break it to you, Pidge, but you're going to be playing second fiddle to it."

"Well, obviously a little," Jacque exclaimed. "She won't be an only child anymore, so her parents' attention is going to be split between them. And since a baby can't take care of itself, they'll be busy taking care of it."

"Exactly," Trusty said with a nod. "The same thing happened to me when Jacque was born. She required a lot of attention and care, but my parents didn't neglect me or love me any less. I even got to help take care of her."

But as he spoke, Tramp nodded his head in a dismissive manner. "Yes, yes, that's all well and good, but that's for you. She's adopted. Her situation is completely different. Now that her parents have a real biological child coming, she might even get the boot."

Trusty's eyes narrowed. "What nonsense. How can you say such a thing?"

Tramp just shrugged. "Because I've seen it, so I know what it's like. Sorry to rain on your rick folk parade, but that's the truth." He looked back at Lady. "I hate to break it to you, kid, but your friends here are wrong and don't know what they're talking about. They're just telling you what you want to hear to make you feel better. But lies and falsehood aren't going to do you any good when reality finally hits you. That's why I'm here to tell you how it is, so you'll be prepared."

Worry coiled in Lady's gut. Was he right? Were her friends really just trying to make her feel better? Even if they believed what they were saying, what if they were wrong? Tramp was right, her situation was different from theirs. And he spoke with such certainty, as if he really knew what he was talking about. And since he wasn't friends with her the way Jacque and Trusty were, he could remain unbiased and not worry about sparing her feelings.

"Be prepared for what?" she asked nervously.

He gave her a pointed look. "For becoming a third wheel. Extra baggage that can be left behind. Once the baby's born, all your parents' love and affection will be reserved for it, and you'll be forgotten. You can consider yourself lucky if they don't just kick you out." He shrugged. "Or maybe they'll just marry you off to some rich family's son."

The worry Lady felt before gave way to full-fledged fear. Her parents would never do such a thing! But then why would he say that they would? He didn't seem to be trying to be malicious, and she heard sincerity in his voice, as if he really believed what he was saying and was trying to warn her rather than deliberately try to make her miserable. Sure, he was being a little smug about what he was saying, but that seemed to stem from him thinking that he knew better than her friends and that he found their ignorance amusing.

"They wouldn't," she found herself whispering. "My parents would never…"

"Of course they wouldn't!" Jacque insisted, throwing Tramp a death glare. "This guy is just trying to mess with you."

"Indeed," Trusty replied. "But if you're really concerned about it, then just go talk to your parents. They'll tell you that you have nothing to worry about."

Tramp threw back his head and laughed. "Oh, come on, guys, you're killing me. Of course they'll say that now, but once they're holding their blood-related baby in their arms, they'll forget all about their adoptive child. Blood is thicker than ink after all."

It seemed that Jacque had had enough. Stepping forward, she gave Tramp a shove, nearly knocking him out of the chair. "That's enough of your nonsense. All you're doing is unnecessarily scaring her. Now get out of here."

Still looking amused, Tramp stood up. "Whatever you say, sister."

"The name's Jacque!"

"Ok, Jacque."

"That's Jacqueline to you, you worthless street urchin!"

"Ok, ok, ok," Tramp said in resignation. He turned to leave, looking back at Lady one more time as he walked back to the fence. "Just remember this, Pigeon, your parents adopted you because they wanted children and thought that they couldn't have any. As much of a daughter as you've been to them, all you are is a substitute." He hoisted himself up onto the fence and climbed over it. "And when it comes down to it, people will pick the real thing over the substitute every time."

With that, he saluted her and dropped down out of sight. Lady stared at the fence with a growing sense of unease building up in her stomach as his words echoed through her head. As much as she didn't want to believe it, as much faith and love she had for her parents, she had to admit that what he said made sense.

Jacque, however, still seemed to think that what Tramp had said was nonsense. She walked over to Lady and wrapped a comforting arm around her as she glared at the spot where Tramp had disappeared.

"Don't listen to that idiot," she said with acid in her voice. "He has no idea what he's talking about."

But Lady wasn't so sure. Regardless of her own situation, she had a feeling that Tramp knew exactly what he was talking about.

(A/N: And now we've met Tramp, and so has Lady. I settled on his real name being Homer since it was one of the names he went by in the animated movie that one of his temporary families called him. I was going to go with Butch since that's what Tony and Joe call him, but decided against it since that would be one of his aliases. And while I was able to keep Peggy's name, I changed BUll's name to Bill. But moving on to what's happening with Lady, naturally I had to address the new baby, but I needed to make the upcoming birth more significant. This is why I had Lady be adopted in this story, as it would give her a more legitimate reason to be concerned with a new baby coming since it would be her parents biological child while she's adopted. This is a real concern that some adoptive children feel, so I thought it would work well for this. And Tramp certainly didn't help with her concern, but he wasn't being mean, it was just, what he perceived as, tough love. You know there's a backstory there that I'll be addressing, but you'll have to wait to see what happens, so stay tuned.)