She was a bit surprised by his easy admittance that he didn't want the attention given him after his father had passed away. It didn't surprise her that he didn't really want the sympathy, she knew that feeling all too well. She hadn't really lost many people in her life, well not to death, but she knew the feeling of loss and how people's words were just never adequate in those situations. She also knew how suffocated one could feel by too many people wanting to help. It had happened too many times in her childhood, during her father's arrests and her mother's hospital stays to not be fresh in her mind. They were always kind people, police officers, social workers, friends of the family, and they always meant well. "I'm glad I was too shy to talk to you then." She gave him a soft smile and nodded her head as he let out a sigh.<br/><br/>She listened quietly as he talked about how she was able to open up more than she used to. She nodded her head in agreement to his comments about how difficult things would be if she hadn't broken through her shell at least a bit. She laughed when he mentioned her clients and the stories that they told her. "You wouldn't believe some of the stories I've heard, or the explanations that I've gotten for some of the messes I've had to clean up. Usually things go pretty well though." she smiled and thought about the last house she had cleaned. "I do have a couple of elderly clients who follow me around and talk to me the entire time I'm cleaning. I think I know their life stories better than my own." she smiled as she said it. "I always find it hard to finish their homes though, I know they're just lonely, and want someone who is willing to listen to them."<br/><br/>She had really not had many friendships in school, not any that she considered worthy of mentioning anyways. She nodded as she listened to him talk about how he had lost touch with most of the people from back then. She leaned down and started working again as she responded, "It's pretty much the same for me, those few people I did know back then left, I haven't heard from them since." She scrubbed the stain in front of her as she thought about how to respond to him. She was blushing and she just continued working, hoping that the shadows hid her crimson cheeks, "I know it sounds pretty lame, but I don't go out all that much, I'd much prefer to listen to music and read in private, and if I'm going to do something foolish like dancing or something, I'd prefer to only make myself a fool for me, instead of an audience." She blushed even brighter at her admissions. Trying to make light of it, she chuckled, "Such an exciting life I lead. Cleaning, reading, music, dancing, and singing all to an audience consisting of me, myself, and I."