[Whoa, wow, there's a lot of words there and Rosinante doesn't even know what to do about half of them. He just watches and listens in a state of vague confusion and - definite surprise. There's a version of him out there somewhere who has a life like that? Who has friends, and a boyfriend, and god, not just any of that but someone who really cares enough to insist on all of it anyway?

Maybe that's insanity but for him it comes off as deeply welcome. Flattering. Like there's a place where he has a life that's normal and isn't shit and he wasn't killed by his own damn brother just protecting a helpless child. All of this desperate wandering and searching and hoping his brother won't find him again, and here's someone who just wants him to be a friend.

Shit.

He's not cold enough to insist on the fake name, once he takes it all in. He even had an opening. You're not Rosinante? It would be easy to say no, he's someone else, but he just can't bring himself to do it. So he takes a deep breath to clear his head, stuffs his fingers into his hair under his hat for a second, then offers him a hand to shake and a smile that's honestly a little watery. This better not be a con. He wants someone he can trust, for once.]

I am. I'm Rosinante. I just... come from a different time, different place. I've never met you, but I damn well wish I had.