I've got my walkman, we'll figure it out. [Sharing earbuds if they have to.

He gestures for her to follow him, nodding off to a grassy patch of land to the side - facing a fountain are a few benches, a trellis full of blossoms to the side. If he's going to get into this whole backstory shit they might as well sit down again. He rests his guitar against a potted plant and sits on the bench, rummaging through his pockets for some small pink fruit that are almost identical to tangerines - offering her one of the three he pulls out.] But yeah, story time.

I grew up with my two sisters and my mom, who raised us on her own. And like you know, my twin sister and I are kinda... shall we say special? But like, whatever - we make it through but in my teen years I kind of got recruited by some other guys to help break into the Pentagon and break out a prisoner. Total prison break. So I tag along because I'm seventeen and that sounds like fucking fun, yeah? Wanna guess what the guy was locked away for?

Guess. Go on. [He has too much fun telling these stories - and he wonders if the truth will sound fabricated after she's given him the allowance to dress it up.]