He realizes that he's left out an important piece to the puzzle when she mentions breaking breakfast plans. "No, I figure we all need to eat, right? And I'd rather eat whatever they're serving over fixing it myself."

"She looks like another person I know," he explains. "Like Erica." And for a moment, he loses himself in the rain and memories.

"Erica shot me." His voice is quiet as he says it. He's not thinking about it and once he's said it, he wishes he hadn't. The past is the past. He'd left it at that until he'd dealt with the present.