He didn’t ask her many questions, but he didn’t talk about himself much either, which made Lena feel at ease, like he was neither consumed with trying to figure her out nor trying to make her understand him. He talked about the ever-widening class gap that had progressively managed to ruin a city that was once home to outcasts and dreamers. One of the few times he used the word I was when he implicated himself in that evolution, admitting that he, too, was a part of the tech industry that corrupted San Francisco, though he never quite explained whether or not he forgave himself for it.