Everyone at the mortuary had been so nice to him, and he still wasn't sure why. Probably because they didn't know the horrible things he'd had to do back home. Archie carried that guilt the way most kids wore a backpack too heavy for them, trudging along with it anyway, wearing down the bones in their shoulders before they even had time to form right.
He thought about how to answer Ambrose's question for a moment. "I didn't back home." He'd had a few chances--Mr. Lodge himself had offered at one point to share his private supply he'd brought along with them for whatever reason--but he just hadn't ever done it.
"But you're right. Now is probably a good time to start," Archie agreed.
He was still on edge from the bunnies, from the things they had made him remember, but Ambrose's offer to talk was not unwelcome. "This room looks a lot more normal than I expected," he confused.