After a few months you finally opened up to him.

When you were younger life hadn't been so good, your mother was a total nut, abusive to put it lightly and you eventually brang it up, you tongue slipping before you fell silent. He did as well, just staring at you for a while after, what was there to say? the words seemed to die on his throat.

Maybe a week later the idiot landed himself in jail yet again, the same jail that women was at. Now it seemed to be on purpose though he was arrested for beating up a thug, maybe he had only done it just to try get in that same prison with her. You came to visit, sitting in a booth waiting for him.