I would take your face in my palms, dear kid, and I would tell you to relax because there's no good to come of worrying, because yes, our lives are on fire, but see, they always have been, I'm just not fool enough to tell you to grab hold and enjoy the ride. Sometimes we get sick.
(He said to me, smiled with a sigh and said, "We only imagine we understand the rules when they are working for us." I will bless him forever for that.)
And also, and selfishly, I would say,
"Look. I'm homesick for you. All homeless. Because everything is still packed away in boxes, stacked and labelled:
Wish you were here.