"Yeah," he lied, his eyes searching the ground. He knew his scars were well hid but he felt like they were itching. Absently, he rubbed the spot on his chest and closed his eyes. "I'm fine, it's nothing."

He grinned at her explanation though. "Mormon?" he asked. "They're like... a religious group from Utah babe." He closed his eyes when she pushed his hair behind his ears and smiled.

"Well... they are creepy and scary and you have to be very careful.," he said, his voice was gentle, far away. "If you see one just... just..." he shook his head. "What am I talking about?" he dropped his head into his hands.