There's a long, slow blink from that description, but he just shakes his head and moves to take out the garbage. Might as well get that done before he gets dressed for real.

"You have a... very interesting view on me, Jessica. But the fact of the matter is that you can't have friends when you spend most of your life drifting and the other half hiding everything important about yourself from people."

The bag is pulled out of the bin and he starts to replace it automatically.

"The people in my hometown weren't... the best. I told you about the panic attacks, the fits. Small town, small school... people have their opinions. Not all of them are kind." The bag is fitted to the bin. "Some of that faded when I got older, had a handle on myself, but I still couldn't do most of the things kids do for fear of hurting someone. Even then, things were gling all right. I almost made a few friends before I had to pull our bus out of the river."

He flicks a smile over at Jessica.

"Then they were scared of me. Or they wanted to test me, so they pushed me around. Tried to see if I'd crack and do something weird."

He waves a hand as he heaves up the garbage bag. His tone is simple, matter-of-fact. There's a bit of old pain in there, he wouldn't even imagine to try and lie about that, but it's just a reality of his life. Something he'd learned to live with.

"I got older, I left town. I traveled, trying to find something, someone like me, some trace of where I'd come from. Sometimes I got to stay for a while, but invariably something would happen and..."

He spreads his one hand with a shrug.

"It was the bus all over again. Or it would have been. I learned to move on quick. Saved time."

Then he's taking out the trash.