She talked to him like an adult. Like a woman that maybe could have been a mother in another life. She sounded disappointed not angry like he'd expected. His own mother never even paid him any attention when she was mad. This was a switch for him in a lot of ways. He wasn't used to having this kind of responsibility. "I didn't take it," he reassured her. "I know my rap sheet is bad but I just wanted you to know that." He slumped his shoulders as he stepped inside not really knowing what else to say. For the first time he just listened. He waved his hand around trying to get the words right. "I'm not used to this...being given a second chance." He was a troubled kid still deep down. He might have come to find his sister but he was alone. Deirdre was taking a chance on him, it was strange.