That's surprisingly earnest and forthcoming from Jim and confusion washes over Amelia's face in response. She'd never imagined Jim of all people admitting something like that, especially not to her.

"I didn't realize you were having trouble with your mother," she begins slowly, a frown tugging at her lips. She takes a deep breath, shifting her weight from one hip to the other as a way of giving herself another few seconds to think. If Jim's being open, maybe now is a time to ask questions he's otherwise reticent about? "Why would she do something like that to you? That seems a harsh thing for a mother to do to her son."

Dreams, the Jim she actually knows is going to be confused if she ever tries to talk to him about any of this later. Or if she even mentions it in passing one day. That's going to be awkward for everyone.