Those kinds of things, huh? /Most things that he kept secret weren't very pleasant. Orion moistened his lips, eyebrows drawing together/ I was homeless for awhile when I was a child. No one but the past knows that.
I'm good keeping secrets. /he admitted, resting his elbows on the table while setting the now empty glass on the coffee table, a small frown appearing with the other's words, hadn't been expecting something like that/ It must have been difficult... /he muttered/














