Les just listens as she speaks, overcome with the feeling that he wishes he could make it better somehow, say something to make her laugh or smile. He realizes how much he cares for her even though he's slowly beginning to understand the depth of he's feelings for her whether he admits it or not.

He cares because he is sad that she's sad, that she didn't know her mom and that she went through foster care, knows some of what life's like with an addict. He wishes she didn't have to with it, with crummy parents.

When she gets to end about her dad, he winces wondering what he'd do if he suddenly found out something about his own dad. A man Les never thinks about, ever, but he thinks he would be just as confused as April seems.

"Tracking him? You mean, like, your mom gave you an address to your dad too?" he asks, putting an arm around her shoulder when she leans against him. "What are you gonna do?" He actually gets this feeling in his stomach, a worry, thinking maybe she's saying she has an address and she's going to find her father or something.