"Helping people. That's what I would have liked to have done." He stared into his mug, drumming his fingers against the ceramic handle and trying to think of a better way to put it than I didn't do anything. He was a failure. He hadn't even been able to keep his family in one fucking piece, let alone others. "Proving myself, that would have been good. I'm sorry," he said, meeting Gerard's eyes apologetically. "I don't mean to be so...agitated." Self-hating, whatever. He took a sip of coffee, calming himself.
Dallon considered the question. "Well," he began, tentatively. "I, um. I was right out of high school, you know? Couldn't get a job, then. I spent the entire time trying to keep my family together after my dad went. That didn't work out so well." All seven of them hadn't worked out so well. He shifted, trying not to twitch too obviously. "Yeah. This is my first proper job, actually."