fortaine:

a: a man can only have so many issues, it is just a key.
n: you’re a foster child. you know it isn’t. […]  i’ve never belonged anywhere or had the right to call anything my own. but coach gave me keys to the court, and you told me to stay. you gave me a key and called it home. i haven’t had a home since my parents died.
a: don’t look at me like that. i am not your answer and you sure as fuck aren’t mine.