"I'm from here," is his answer, honest and blunt. "You don't grow up 'round these parts without seeing some weird shit going down every once and while."

The best you can do is either get used to it and be ready to have a chat with the cops or move out to somewhere nicer and his parents did not have the luxury for the latter. Most he could tell himself over the years if that it was never him or Addie or anyone else he was closer to. He cocks his head to the side, inspecting the damage with a grimace when he catches the person's expression again. Christ. Whatever happened, it sure looks painful.

"Gotta admit that this is overkill." Understatement but what else can he say? On the bright side he's in one piece? He has his face together? The police can identify him faster unlike the last guy. "You, um, feeling okay with your wrist over there? Looks kinda nasty."