"Mm. Didn't talk about them to much of anyone."

Absently, he runs his thumb along the edge of his hand, back and forth like rubbing a worry stone. Tracing the burn scar left behind. Perhaps now was as good a time as any.

"Used to run on my own, for the most part. It was more dangerous, but a lot of people would have taken one look at me and...felt some kind of way. But falling in with them like I did, it felt different. Most of them treated me like any other person."

Here, he gives the other a knowing look. "And that wasn't usually the case."