[ He runs his tongue over his teeth, weighing pros and cons. Maybe trust has to start somewhere. ]

Okay. Okay, you want to know? [ He holds his arms out, realizing he's still shirtless. ]

I'm a criminal. The Headmaster scooped me up after I got freed from jail. I was in prison for two years, and that's where I got my teacher's degree. I'm not - a good guy, or anything. I'm shitty and I got too smug and I flew too close to the sun and got myself got.

[ He says it all out in a rush of breath, feeling his cheeks flush. ]

I'm not from the streets either. I'm just not a great person, and I don't want to hurt you.