[Good isn't exactly how he'd describe himself, he doesn't even think the rare few people here that he'd almost call friends would describe him that way. He's in a tattered pair of jeans and a hoodie, neither particularly clean, it's probably obvious that he's sleeping rough.]
You always were a lousy liar.
[It slips out before he can filter himself.
He freezes, teeth clacking shut on the last word as if to take back the damning words that tell a story of more memories than he's making out to have. Tense, wary, he takes a step backwards preparatory to running.]
no subject
You always were a lousy liar.
[It slips out before he can filter himself.
He freezes, teeth clacking shut on the last word as if to take back the damning words that tell a story of more memories than he's making out to have. Tense, wary, he takes a step backwards preparatory to running.]