You never know. They could have everything to do with it!
I made it a little bigger, if it helps?
"Well, I wouldn't. My life wouldn't be worth living if you weren't a part of it anymore," Christien murmured, pressing his lips to her forehead again, affectionately. "You would meet me, show me great kindness despite my position, and I would fall so in love with you that I would get a job and earn money however I could just to support you. It could happen. After how we really met, I think anything would be," Christien said, with s light chuckle after his last comment. The way they had met was surreal, unbelievable, and though it didn't seem like it at the time, hopelessly romantic. The cab then pulled up outside the house where Christien had grown up in, and where he still technically lived, though his University course often pulled him away from France altogether, and Christien saw the nervousness take over Elaina. He paid the Cabbie, and then gently took her hand and got out of the car with her. They stayed on the pavement for a moment while he comforted her. "Hey, calm down, everything will be fine," he told her softly, squeezing her hand assuringly. "My mother is just Madame, and my father is Monsieur. Eventually they will tell you that you can call them their Christian names, when they know you well enough. So, you say hello to my mother first, and you give her four kisses on the cheek- so, like you normally would, only you repeat it. And for my father, just two, like normal. And that's all you have to remember." He led her to the front door, rung the bell, and found that they were answered quickly and enthusiastically by his mother, who practically cried out when she saw her son there, after so long of not seeing him, and at one point thinking she had lost him in a plane crash. "Christien!" she exclaimed, and they kissed cheeks before hugging each other very tightly, while she rambled about how glad she was to see him, and he just whispered words of comfort to her. His mother wiped her eyes, and let them inside, and there Christien introduced her to Elaina. He spoke in English, for Elaina's sake. "Mama [for this was the French colloquial term for Mom], this is my girlfriend, Elaina," he said, gesturing proudly to the girl beside him, and his mother stepped forward to take part in the greetings. "It is so wonderful to finally meet you!" she said, "We 'ave 'eard so much about you from Christien." Her French accent was much broader than Christien's, due to her lesser knowledge of the English language, but still comprehendible. Christien was wondering why his father hadn't come through yet to see them, since he'd caught a glance of him at the top of the stairs.
"I suppose not. You're right. But that is a scary thought; that you don't know if it's been worth it until it's all over," Caden said, taking a thoughtful sip of his wine as he mulled it over. "But really I think it all depends on how you take it. An optimist and a pessimist go through exactly the same life experience. The pessimist would think it wasn't worth it, that their life was wasted because although there were great things, the bad things outweighed it. But the optimist would take everything with a pinch of salt, realise that overall they got what they set out for, that the moments that they enjoyed should easily cancel out the ones they didn't. And that's why you should always try and shut out the bad things, and just be happy with what you have got, not what you haven't, I suppose. So, for me, the pressures of being in music-- making enough money, looking good etcetera--, don't take away from that feeling you get when the crowd says your name, cheers for you, sings your lyrics. That's what it's all about at the end of the day."