He finally lowered his hand back to the bed, eyes drifting up towards the ceiling. "Shit... that's been my whole life pretty much. It ain't that much different."

It was all about doing what you had to survive, whatever it takes. Scenery was different, worries were different, but the game was the same.

He tilts his head back thoughtfully. "Guess you probably don't."

Kids didn't get to be kids anymore, no matter where they came from.