[ Curtis notices that the guy seems pretty uncomfortable, but since he's also feeling pretty uncomfortable himself, it's actually reassuring. Like he's not the odd one out. That feeling only increases when the guy explains just why he's nervous. Curtis smiles, briefly, but it's a close-lipped and not too happy smile. He exhales through his nose, gives a small shrug. ]

Me, too. Only... not really 'got out'. More like kicked out. My husband gave me divorce papers, so something tells me it's... really, definitely through.

[ It's harder than it should be, making himself say the words. Curtis still can't wrap his head around it. It doesn't seem real yet, and he doesn't want it to. Another tight-lipped smile, and he adds: ]

You're the first one I've told that, actually. It happened right before I came here and I don't really know anybody, so you get to be the first one I tell...?

[ He trails off, prompting the man for his name. ]