Milo? Are you … Hey. You winning at Candy Crush? It’s okay. I cried plenty. Thing is, I just … I didn’t see it. I mean, you knew something was wrong. Way, way before it was obvious. Okay. Well, it turned out okay. I know. I know. But … I don’t have that thing, Val. That instinct. You know how you could just walk in the door. And Papi would know, in an instant, just from the way you sat on the couch, that you’d been fired from your job. Well, actually I’ve never really had a job. Or you’d call home and Mami would say, “Did you have shrimp for lunch? Because you sound all stuffed up.” She knew. Over the phone. It probably took them a while. To develop, like, a second sense. They had kids gradually. You had them overnight. I don’t have time to get good at parenting, Val. I need to be good at it now. Cause what if I miss something else? I think you’re better at it than you think. Sure. Throw a dog a bone. I mean, yes. You did miss the signs here. And I’ve decided to accept your apology. Even though you didn’t really apologize. You do see stuff, Milo. You saw that I needed to get out of the house more. And get involved in more stuff. Yeah. And I was thinking. I’d like to maybe try dancing. Do you think I’ll be any good at it? I mean, what does your gut tell you? I think you’d be great.