( It only takes him a second of considering the question before he shakes his head. )

No, no, uh- not... not really.

( It feels a little vulnerable, exposing this the way he is. Talking about it. Kind of a Hallmark moment that he wouldn't normally have with a stranger, except she doesn't feel like a stranger, and he's... older, now. Older than he'd been when he thought this kind of honesty was uncomfortable. It's easier to give something away now.

So he settles on his stool across the bar from her, thumbs at his glass, and explains. )

The way I was raised... me and my brother, we didn't exactly have a normal upbringing. We didn't really have a home. We were always on the road, always moving from one fight to the next, and this place... Well, this place wasn't home either, but for a while it felt like it could have been.

( He laughs softly at himself, and murmurs: ) Probably doesn't make any sense.