Oh. Foster care. [Blake's seen plenty of that back home. Not pretty, most of the time. Plenty of kids in cases he's been involved with have ended up there, most likely. You hope they get by all right. What else can you do?

He's real good at shoving that to the back of his mind. She brings up a good point.]

You know, they do. Everybody's got those goddamn things they can't let go of. Back home they grow up hearing "fuck the police," then they never believe it when you're there to do what's right for them. Here they get told there's nothing anybody can do to change anything, and they believe that, too.

[His voice shifts to something more conversational. As though he's standing in a weird, ugly, unstable place and making a stab at the normalcy of sitting at a bar at the end of a long day.]

Now, I wouldn't mind getting called a wild animal by a lady like you.