The guy Adam's sitting next to on the bus can't seem to stop hacking, so he edges a little closer to the edge of his seat. He'll...try to be careful who he sits next to when he's finally got the tacos. "You're ruining my memories, man," he protests while he shakes his head, laughing, "and you'll have to ask my grandma for those. I think she's got the only pictures left." He looks off and thinks for a minute. "Besides...it was small-town Minnesota in the early 2000s." He's grinning again. "If there are any, they're probably pictures of me basically wearing guyliner with my jeans and flannel."

He scratches his nose for a second. "Yeah. You might like him, actually. Really strong, twisted sense of humor. Has a thing about seeing people get what they deserve. Likes candy."