Bart nods, looking all the smaller for the assessment.

"It was either business luncheons, dinner meetings to peddle me and what he paid for, or being alone with computer classes. This place, though...I have people that look at me and see...just some person. I'm not his name anymore. I'm mine.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm telling you all of this," he murmurs, hastily putting the serving spoon down again and reaching for a cup instead to fill with whatever there was on offer that wasn't alcoholic.