Isaac: How is it being home? Lex: Weird. Isaac: Weird how? Lex: You don't wanna hear about it. Isaac: I do. Lex: It's just not what I thought it would be like. Isaac: Like what? Lex: There are ramps everywhere. It smells like the inside of a hospital. I won't be able to talk to my mom again for, like, two years, but my dad's decorating the tree, smoking the brisket... They're both trying so hard to make everything seem normal. But the more they try and do that, the more clear it is that it's... it's not normal. It'll never be normal.