"You're not a bother," Sonny assures, and there's something about this kid that strikes a chord. He's not sure what it is exactly, but there's a vague sense of deja vu now, and he feels a little bit like he's in the interview room getting a victim or a witness statement. Something that he does nearly every day, but that feels horribly out of place here.

There's something about the boy in front of him, something about the way he draws in on himself, the way he speaks softly and stutters his words just a bit. Something that makes Sonny feels like he's at work.

That's probably not a good thing. But by default, he slides right into victim-handling mode, his voice softening, his smile encouraging.

"I am from New York Staten Island's where I grew up, but I live in Manhattan now." He sets his bag aside and gestures to the empty chair beside him. "Do you wanna sit down? Some company would be great, honestly."