"Maybe."

She looks up at the sky, something pricking at the back of her mind. He's shared a lot with her and he hasn't asked her anything. She appreciates it more than he can know.

Jessica closes her eyes and shakes her head.

"I knew a man who wore that color. He...was fucking shitty. Did shitty things. I hate that color now."

She doesn't think she can go much further than that but, of all the people she's met here, she does trust him the most.