Caleb bites his lip, watching her for a long, quiet moment. Then he draws his left hand between them, shows her the small scar across his knuckles.

"The day I got here, I had just finished beating a guy so hard, I broke his ribs and his jaw, and punctured his lung, and... fuck knows what else. I beat him so hard I broke my hand. I don't know if he's alive, or... or if I'm a murderer. Because he'd tried to take Adam, to use him as leverage to get what he wanted. Whatever the fuck that was." He swallows, then shrugs, dropping his hands to his knees. "I'm not trying to measure dicks, I'm just... we've all got baggage."