He didn't talk about his family.
But that night, I found him on the porch, shaking.
He didn't notice me until I sat beside him.
"You okay?"
He stared ahead. "My mom overdosed when I was twelve."
Silence.
"I haven't told anyone that before."
I took his hand. He let me.
"I'm not anyone," I said.
He finally looked at me. "No. You're not."