You were eating lunch with James, sitting outside whilst it rained. A few bunnies hopped along a nearby patch of grass as you kicked your feet absentmindedly. You stared out at the rabbits, watching them hop around and play together. James was eating his own food, in his own little world. A comfortable silence filled the air, just two people enjoying the rain. He scratched his scruffy face, brushing a bit of food out of his stubble. He pushed his hair out of his face and looked over to you. He stared at you for a beat before looking away when you suddenly spoke, trying to fill the silence.

"So, what was it like living on the res?"

He did a double take, choking on his food and patting his chest to get the food to go down.

"What?" He asked, looking over at you like you grew a second head. He wasn't insulted or angry with you, he just had never been asked about his childhood before by ANYONE. He never thought anyone would want to know-- Or cared to know for that matter