Jason doesn't miss Adam's silence, but he doesn't press, either. He knows only too well what it is to force someone out of their silence.

"Connecticut, technically," Jason says, still petting Copper with vigorous enthusiasm. "But I always felt more at home at school. Saint Cecilia's, in New York." Mostly because, to Jason, home was where Peter was, and where his father decidedly wasn't.

"How about you?" He asks, watching Adam. "Are you from Darrow, originally?"