Michele listen intently as Isaac told his story. It pain her to know that last few years had been hard on him. Yes she always knew that he lived a life of violence. She had no idea that the town people and his own family. Yeah bound to happen with him and gang breaking nearly every law was to break. But hear that he had been force from the every home was devastating.  Had to be. She knew what that was like to some degree. Thought her exile was self-imposed.<br/><br/>Michele didn’t have to roam the street.  Stealing just to just food on the table. To put a roof over her head. Having to  fight just to live another day. She didnt know a what it was like to lose friends to gang.To be the only survivor of gang war. Though she did know what it was like to lose someone. Making her think of her father.<br/>Inwardly she grimed as he show his scar on his. Resulting from being capture by criminals. Interesting  that he didn’t see himself that way. Maybe because he saw what he did was to survive. By all means. She wasn’t sure. But it was plausible.<br/><br/>It cheered  Michele a small bit that he had found someone that took him.Gave him a place to live. To learn trust even love someone over period of time time. The cheer disappear as Isaac told her about the old man getting sick and Isaac tried to heal him. She could see much the man death effected Isaac. She cast her eyes down at the table. When she heard that he left  him there.  Saw the tear that well in his eyes. Knowing that grief that he felt.  Saying nothing she took the letter that he handed over. Reading it slowly. She look up at him. Her hazel green eyes filled with compassion and sorrow for Isaac. She knew it had to be hard for him to relive this. To carry this  with him.<br/><br/>Michele jump as Isaac fist hit the table making their bottles of beers fall and spill their contents across the table. Quickly she clean the spill up with some napkins that were on the table. Ignoring the looks they were given. Shaking her head at the bar keep when he rise a eye brow in question.   Slowly timidly she stretch her hand out taking his scared hand in to hers. She knew that the anger was not directed to her. Rather the death of the man knowing that he stayed around for Isaac rather then getting help for himself. Probably that only time someone had show such devotion and love toward him.<br/><br/>“Its okay  you don’t have to tell me the rest”Michele voice was soft and gentle filled with compassion.