Credence doesn't offer his own name, but Sonny doesn't seem bothered by it. He's perfectly content to sit across from the younger man and chat for awhile. It doesn't even have to be about anything in particular. Sonny just likes the conversation, likes the company. It makes him feel a little more at ease in a place like this.

"A second chance?" he echoes, and he doesn't sound skeptical or malicious. Simply curious. "How do you figure?"