"I called my mother yesterday," he said, studying the floor.
"How'd that go?" I asked.
"Okay. We didn't argue. She invited me to dinner this weekend. I don't know if I want to go."
"You should. You might regret it if you don't."
He looked up. "I wasn't exactly asking for your advice."
I didn't hesitate. "Doesn't matter to me. I like sharing my opinion on things."
The bus arrived and we got on. We sat in our usual spot. He stayed silent for the rest of the trip.
