He knew it was coming and yet he couldn't stop the shadow in his eyes or the acrid taste overpowering the sweetness in his mouth whenever he thought about his family. The sympathetic frown for Wanda turned dark, and he looked away and stalled, drank his coffee. "My mother died when I was a kid. I have a sister, but we were split up. Saw her a few years after that, haven't seen her since." Eventually he shrugged and raised his gaze to hers again, guarded. He didn't have much to say about it.