"Yeah," he agrees, expression softening as he glances over at Ryan with a crooked but fond smile. "Yeah, it's nice of him. We met when were just kids, we grew up together." Riley pauses, not entirely convinced that the shop is the best place for a conversation like this (and not because he's uncomfortable telling it, but he doesn't want Jack to feel uncomfortable); but the door isn't too far away so if Jack feels like he needs to make a quick exit, Riley will understand.

"Our parents dumped us," Riley explains, trying to keep his tone light. He knows pity when he hears it, and he'd rather not here it from the new friends he's making here. "When I was eight, I was adopted, Ryan was in and out of foster homes, but my parents more or less adopted him, too. So if I do have real brothers, I definitely don't know it."