Handing the card back over Steve nodded. "Yeah that's the one. He's an artist too. Good kid, sweet, quiet, but also a total gremlin like the rest of them." Steve's tone is fond as he talks about the kids, sort of like a dad preening about his kids. Because really that's what he felt like sometimes. Sure he was the babysitter but he watched them all grow up. Watched them become the people they were today.
"Yeah? I mean...I can see it. Glad getting out of here helped. This place is a blackhole, hell look at me. Still here and teaching Health and Gym now. Can't escape it." At least he didn't have to worry about his parents any more, and the constant darkness that used to lurk around the corners of his vision. "Seriously, Billy, you look good. I'm happy for you."
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"Yeah? I mean...I can see it. Glad getting out of here helped. This place is a blackhole, hell look at me. Still here and teaching Health and Gym now. Can't escape it." At least he didn't have to worry about his parents any more, and the constant darkness that used to lurk around the corners of his vision. "Seriously, Billy, you look good. I'm happy for you."