<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br/><strong>Time: </strong>About eight months ago<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Elena<br/><br/><strong>"To be fair, I've always had the Luck of the Irish."</strong>He says with a slight, weak laugh.<strong>"Most people forget that that's a bad thing to have, though."</strong>He added, as an after thought, but didn't illuminate as to why it was bad. He didn't want to go getting carried off on a subject if she had no interest in it.<br/><br/><strong>"At this point, at some point, I do need to. I said I would help you. That means making sure your place is completely clean, too. I don't want you to end up falling right back into the habit. And if you've got family to worry about, I'm sure we can just pop in and out when nobody's around."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Yeah, most people would say that. I'm a very complex person."</strong>He says this with a high degree of sheepishness.<strong>"I don't think their's too many people that get to see me behind the mask."</strong>