For a brief moment, a whiff of rain carries on the sweet breeze that surrounds him. "Only thing that makes ya more down on yerself than bein' bullied is becomin' a bully, an' that's about how I spent thirteen. Was a real pee-oh-ess."

And just as quick, it vanishes. "I would love to, Helena." He holds a hand out, realizes she won't be able to see that, but can't come up with a better solution. "Shall we?"