"Yeah, she is." He thinks about how she took care of him, when Jesse was dead. Talked him out of the worst of his despair, made him take care of himself, eat and sleep and keep going. It's still such a foreign idea to him, having a family.

The next set of questions turns his smile a touch wistful. "No, it was just me." No family, no friends, no lovers. He doesn't come out and say it outright, but he's never been good at deception, and the loneliness of that existence makes itself known in his short sentence.

"What about you?" Only polite to turn the question around. Twenty-one seems a bit young for a wife and kids according to his standards, but it's not impossible. He knows plenty of people here have left a lot behind them.