[ He gives a sort of quiet, rueful snort at that. ]

Birds of a feather, I guess.

[ He squeezes her hand once, then pulls it away to lean forward on the table on his elbows. ]

Shit went down. It felt too real. You got yourself into a heap of trouble, and you thought, "When the other foot drops, I can't be around these folks."

[ he pauses, tilting his head. ]

How close am I on that?