He shakes his head a little, shrugging helplessly.

"Not much of interest, to be quite honest," he admits. "For a time, I worked with my stepfather's company, until my looks made that impossible. Since then, I've just been moving from job to job, city to city - I can never really afford to stay in one place long enough to put down roots before people begin to get suspicious."

"It's been...lonely," he says, and he's hit with a strong sense of deja vu - because hadn't she always been the one he told everything to, the one who could always make him admit to whatever he was keeping so carefully concealed from everyone else? "And very sad. To know that you will outlive...almost everyone you've ever cared about - it's a horrid burden."