He noticed a subtle flinch at his touch. Was it more scars? He doubted, but the guy didn't swat him away or yell again. So whatever. He walked with him to the kitchen and sat down while he waited for Malachi to get them something.

His fingers laced together and he rest his chin on them to watch the other. "That bad huh?"He said when the man didn't want to talk about the detective. What on earth happened between the two? He doubted it was anything he'd said, otherwise Malachi wouldn't be coming to him.

"Alright. You pick the topic, what do you most feel comfortable talking about? It's not like you have anything to worry about what I hear. Who'd believe me if I even tried to talk. And I won't tell .. the detective. He never offered me a cot." He smirked as he waited for his drink.