"I never really wanted to get a job in forensics," he whispers. He's not sure why. He's safe here, with York's arms around him and his head above him and soft eyes watching him. "When I graduated, I planned to go get a job as a mercenary. It makes good money, and I--I wanted a way to look for someone, with my job and my degree."

"My oldest brother. He went missing a long time ago. I never thought that he abandoned us, but now, I'm not sure I blame him." Almost like Delta, really.