How romantic. [His voice is full of scorn, but it's more for the life she's painting out than for her.] I wasn't old enough to imagine it yet when I hit the streets. It happened in a shelter 'cause we were staying warm in the same cot and oops, hormones happened. Shelters meant a roof over your head but no starting fires, you know what kinda trade off that is in winter?

[He's never spoken so much about his past to her, not ever. He doesn't even think Bobby knows this story.]

But it happened. We sure as hell stayed warm that way. I don't even know if I got her name, never mind remember it.