"Ah... I'm sorry. About your ex, that is." He took a small sip of his water. "That's understandable, though," turning the bottle around a few times in his hand, he watched the water through the small opening at the top. He couldn't really make any judgement for anyone running away from their past, right? "About leaving Miami. Not about him leaving..." He blinked. "It was his loss. You seem like a very... vibrant person, Miss Vanessa."
It really wasn't like him to pry too much into people's personal lives right off the bat. It wasn't that he didn't like to know - he did, but... he didn't like being rude, either. And usually, people liked their secrets. Not that he didn't take some pleasure in... figuring those secrets out, but, this woman seemed rather forthcoming. He was a complete stranger and she just sat him down on her couch and was already telling him about the pains of her past. He smiled a bit.
"What brought me here..." The smile faded rapidly. "I guess it's for similar reasons. ...old memories. And... I just kind of wound up here." He turned the bottle around a few more times in his hand. "I didn't really have a place in mind, but I wanted to get a fresh start - get out of Portland. And... I ended up here. So... here I am. Fresh start." Not as... forthcoming as her answer had been, but...