Jim casually enjoyed his meal as he listened, hardly even bothered by the words that came out of the young man's mouth. Usually, someone may have been surprised to hear the tone of their conversation, but Jim was rather enjoying himself. It had been a long time since he last had a talk about something like this. Tea parties, holiday festivals... this place had its dull moments. This one, though, there was something to his story. Jim knew that much in the very least.
My fingerprints weren't on the murder weapon. That remark made him smirk against the rim of his glass as he went for another drink. "I like the way you think," Jim finally said, once taking in all that had been said. "You have wisdom beyond your years, and I'm sure you are aware of this. Not many people in society are as self-aware as you, and it's refreshing. Tell me, Michael, did you have a place to stay?"