Arc breathed deeply, steadying himself after his confession and bracing after hers. What she had seen, no one should have to witness. Especially because it concerned her own mother. It was no random stranger, or minor acquaintance. It was someone she loved. She had to watch her die while she did nothing. "I'm sorry about your mom. That's really hard." He stood and took the empty bowls and took them to a basin. A hand pump brought water inside the basin. It was cool and clean at least. He washed out the bowls and set them on an old tattered sweatshirt to dry. Towels were something of a luxury anymore, and it was far too ratty to wear effectively. It would keep no one warm, but it made a great dish rag.<br/><br/>"Born on Valentine's day hmm? That must be a curse. Did you get a bunch of heart-shaped things for your birthday?" It was a cheap shot, of course, but he wanted to help break the somber mood. "Sorry, that was in bad taste. Five things huh? Alright." Arc moved back to the table, placing his hand on her shoulder and tracing a line to the other as he walked behind her. He didn't even realize what he was doing until after he started, then it didn't seem right to stop until he reached the other side.<br/><br/>"Well... I have chips and wires in my brain and in different parts of my body. I had pet snake called Hiss, like in Jungle Book. My favorite book is the collection of H.P. Lovecraft. I have a birth mark on my thigh that looks like an alien face, and growing up, my nickname was  Buck, or Little Buck." That was probably one of his most embarrassing admissions, but he trusted her not to take too much advantage of it.