"Went to Vegas and got drunk. Been about... two... three days. Had unprotected sex when I was drunk..." Zed began to explain, but was pretty sure that wasn't going to cut it. It wasn't a lie or any sort of fabrication. That was what happened, but it was a mere tiny drop of information in a very large ocean. He was still looking down at his lap when he said it, and the words came out in a mumble. Though, when he looked up and saw Karla had been waiting to meet his gaze, he knew for sure the pissweak information he was feeding her wouldn't cut it. She was a mom, and a damn good one. But that was also what was holding him back. "Any of this shit, it's completely confidential, right? Like, absolutely confidential, you can't tell anyone about what I say?" He was thinking about his foster mom. He knew they were really good friends, and he knew they talked about their kids together. This, he didn't want his family know about. None of it.

Somewhere through all this, he was locked into delusional. And when he wasn't there, he just felt too tired to tired to even think it all through. He had fully taken on the fact this was his fault because he was stupid, but at the same time, it happened because he wasn't coping with a whole pile of other stuff. He had lulled himself into a false sense of security that the Witness Protection was working, and he would be safe from anyone discovering who he really was. Or anyone from his past coming back like this. It had thrown him completely, and how he had no choice but to face the downfall of it all. With the confirmation that anything he said was completely confidential, he finally started to open up. "My name's not really Zed. I mean, it is now legally, but I haven't always always been Zed. My birth name was Zoran Duval. And someone from my past just recently showed up."