He didn't expect her to understand, since he doubted she'd experienced anything more than the usual amount of pain most people did - cuts, scrapes, maybe a broken bone at the most. Not that he wanted her to know such pain; he was glad she didn't. Lotte would never deserve to have anything like that happen no matter what she did.
Bran looked down at his tea as he considered his answer. "Because that's what I have to do. I needed a name that has a social insurance number and identification, among other things." And a birth certificate, but he left that part out. "Trevor is just an identity so I can do... this. Get an apartment, a job, that sort of thing. And no, I'm not an insurance agent. I never was." The question about his family made his expression darken, and he fought back a scowl. "I have no family."