He softens, but he doesn't budge. There are only so many ways to say stop, though, and he's already tired of repeating himself. "We grew up together. Not related, but same apartment building, my grandmother went to the same church as his... family." Both their home lives were a bit complicated, strengthening the bond between the misfit children. "Same class as my older sister. She's the one who could keep up with him. I just tagged along." There's already a faint rasp in his voice. This is more than he's spoken in... years, maybe.