He followed her lead and took off his jean jacket. "I've not exactly been given trust before. My own mother would never even trust me with her wallet." He'd stolen from it before back when he was in middle school. She'd had every reason to have nothing to do with her own son. Definitely no reason for trust.
He leaned up against the side of one of the tables with a sigh. It was still terribly uncomfortable thing having someone see something he didn't see in himself.