[Big city? Him? What? Confusion flashes over his face just long enough for him to realize the obvious: Baltimore. Before him, there was Frederick Chilton and Abel Gideon, who could claim Baltimore as their home. He came, and he was asked if he was from Baltimore as well. Eventually it became easier to just toss the name out there. That city held their particular devil, tied them all together with an ugly bow of blood and pain and betrayal.]

Oh—no, no. I didn't live there. Worked there a few times. My psychiatrist's office and home was in Baltimore, too. Spent a lot of time in the city. [Except for when he was incarcerated, literally time served in Baltimore. Good stuff. Will finally moves to stand with the help of the counter, holding BB close to his chest as he does so like the strength of a dog will carry him through any awkwardness with grace and ease.] It's nice to meet you, little guy. [He...actually shakes the dog's paw before a gentle ear ruffling and being set back down.] Hope the food's up to snuff. You can let me know if it isn't. It's not rude, feedback.