Milo is difficulty. He lives it, breathes it. He embraces whatever numbs and requires his mind someplace else, a global where his mother is herself and not simply a shell, and his brother didn’t almost eliminate her, severing any relationship that they had. But more importantly, Milo drowns out the guilt for leaving his mother rather than being able to forgive his brother. He drowns his pride and moves on to another female and another party, pretending that lifestyle isn’t shifting around him and he’s trapped in the same place. He’s stuck before and doesn’t learn how to let go.

Maya is difficulty. She’s carried out the party picture and has already established her fair share of close calls and handcuffs. Not really the kinky kind. She’s therefore over everything and fought like hell for this lifestyle to release so she could move ahead. She now works as a teenager counselor. Her lifestyle is better, but her lifestyle is empty. She’s nobody but her sibling in the whole world remaining and he’s unwell with an illness that no medicine can cure.