As Jona stood there leaning against the wall. His eyes had fallen upon the countless bruises. He wondered by what they were caused and soon had some wild ideaâ€™s popping up in his head. Maybe he was a criminal who had been cuffed and escaped. He somehow got rid of the cuffs and got the bruises. Then he went to pick up his child from whoever she was staying at. But then he thought that he might have been a street fighter or just did something stupid to himself. Abuse never really crossed his mind.  As far as he knew there wasnâ€™t a lot of abuse of men, but then again he had been wrong before when he thought that his neighbor got killed by a grizzly. Sadly enough he was still alive. But then he heard that the bruises were indeed caused due to abuse. Jona blinked and raised his eyebrow. He was impressed, but his facial expression wouldâ€™ve probably said; uninterested. He had never been good at being social and expressing his feelings.  There was no comment coming from him after hearing what the man had been through. Besides, he just didnâ€™t know what to say. He was sorry, maybe. He could only imagine how he felt, yes. But everything heâ€™d want to say just sounded horrible. So Jona decided to say nothing and just nod as if he understood.<br/><br/>At last he said, â€œIf that crazy bitch bothers me as well Iâ€™ll shoot her brains out and feed her to the wolves.â€ Jona made it sound as if he had done it before and then shrugged lightly. â€œOh, and we donâ€™t talk about death inside of this house. Itâ€™s not a topic that I like to discuss. Only tragic deaths of course.â€ This was due to the fact that he had never been able to cope well with the death of his parents when he was fifteen. They died during a car accident and he had been the only one that survived. Death didnâ€™t scare him, not one bit, but he just didnâ€™t want to talk about it. A soft, almost unnoticeable, sigh escaped his lips.<br/><br/>He wanted to change topic. There was still a lot that he wanted to know. â€œWhatâ€™s your name?â€ He then asked him. Jona wasnâ€™t very good at names and was sure that heâ€™d have to ask again. If this guy was going to stay here it was logical to know his name. Damn, he didnâ€™t want to live with others. That meant that heâ€™d have to be socialâ€¦ His social skills were kind of off at the moment. And the years before that momentâ€¦ But he knew that he couldnâ€™t send them off with this kind of weather. â€œWhat kind of work did you do?â€ he then asked. Deep down he just thought drug dealer. He wasnâ€™t sure why. Wait, maybe this was the reason that people couldnâ€™t interact with him and he couldnâ€™t interact with others. Jona was surprising himself with the fact that he hadnâ€™t been rude though. He was rather proud of himself at that moment. But he knew that it wouldnâ€™t take long before heâ€™d say something stupid. That was just who and how he was. Stupid and Anti-Socialâ€¦