Isaac looks around, curious but not wandering off to look. The kitchen, at least, felt homely, real in a way the rest of the place didn't.
"Um, thanks." He set down his duffel and sat, slipping his foot through the handle of the bag out of habit. "I was born in September of '89. I was a couple of weeks early, spent some time being cared for by a nurse before my parents got around to registering my birth in October." He feels as mad as everyone said he was in New York. "Which happens, you know? All the time. My parents are well off, private care for a premature baby isn't unusual. You have six months to register a birth, they were well within the legal time. Thanks." He takes the coffee and dumps in sugar. Like so many people with his issues, sugar is a good replacement high.
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"Um, thanks." He set down his duffel and sat, slipping his foot through the handle of the bag out of habit. "I was born in September of '89. I was a couple of weeks early, spent some time being cared for by a nurse before my parents got around to registering my birth in October." He feels as mad as everyone said he was in New York. "Which happens, you know? All the time. My parents are well off, private care for a premature baby isn't unusual. You have six months to register a birth, they were well within the legal time. Thanks." He takes the coffee and dumps in sugar. Like so many people with his issues, sugar is a good replacement high.