[And so... He feels aimless? Acts out? She's starting to understand Gold, just a little more. Understanding doesn't mean she knows exactly what to say to such insecurities, though.]

I think, [she lays a gentle hand on the back of his, the one that's so adamantly freckling the paper,] there are all sorts of perfect people, for different paths. Hers isn't yours, nor is it Silver's, and that's alright, I think. If the three of you were all the same, maybe you wouldn't all get along so well.

[...]

Though children their age...should also enjoy their time. Maybe they depend on you to remind them to have fun, you know?