Her answer takes a long time coming, and he immediately wonders if he'd crossed some line, making her uncomfortable. He didn't mean to, and he wouldn't insist on an answer if she didn't want to give one. It's not his place. At the look on her face, another apology is on the tip of his tongue when she responds with a stoic, noncommittal statement. And he'll accept it without pressing her, falling ruefully quiet again.

After some silence, he shakes his head.

"It don't feel like I'm runnin' from anything when I been sittin' so still. Ain't nothin' been chasin' me. If there was, they'd passed me by a long time ago."

He sniffs and shrugs, lifting his chin a little (but not by much).

"I take what comes to me. Good or bad. I'm happy when it's good things. I try not to complain when it's bad things. Not much more I can do."