Dan was not used to speaking to people about his life or his abilities. Everyone accepted that he was a recovering alcoholic and therefore was quiet. They assumed he was ashamed of his past so that was why he didn't mention things, but that was only partially it. That was only the last twenty years of his life. It was long before that that had formed his quiet demeanour.
"I don't settle anywhere. Maybe that's why."
He brushed his fingers around his mouth as he lowered his eyes. "Would you like to come inside? I believe there was a coffee maker. Unless I am stopping you from being somewhere."