"I'm eighteen." If they're trading ages, he might as well share his. Keith - master of failing social cues. "I get it. It was a bad place but that's where you found what matters to you." A pang in his heart is a grim reminder that he's very far from those he holds dear. "...and it's not like being from a bad place, or how you were born determines anything."

Who is he trying to convince with that? Maybe both of them. Keith lifts his shoulders in a small shrug. "It's you who decides that. Right?"