Galen turns in his seat and watches her go, pulling a foot back up onto the chair. "I have no idea. It's like -- it's fucking weird, seeing that Poison creep, because it's like... you get this feeling like you're seeing a total stranger in your skin. No familiarity." Ugh. "Like, I really don't see how that dude could be me. At all. And on top of that, I don't have a brother." Maybe he would have, if mom hadn't died. Wow, that's not helping him feel better. He clears his throat.

"And, uh -- I can't say he was telling the truth, but Ghoul said his real name isn't Jesse." He shrugs and starts chewing at one of his nails. Never mind how that came up in conversation. "So fuck if I know, basically."