Harrow opens his mouth widely, but no words come out. He hesitates, and it immediately becomes clear he's trying to formulate some other answer than the truth. He closes his mouth and, unsure of himself and the position of building up an obvious lie he's already in, forces a confused, humorless laugh through his nose. His attention slowly drifts to the ground, where he sees the bottle of alcohol he'd just set down, and it seems for a moment he might bend down to pick it up again already. What was that about overindulgences?...

With his eyes still on the ground his lips part again and it tumbles out of his mouth before he knows he's saying it: "Our house burnt down." And having actually said it, even he seems surprised. His eyes widen and his eyebrows lower, and it's obvious now that he's making a point of not looking at Isidor.

It seems for a second that he'd like to say more, but after a moment of a bobbing throat and silent movements of his lips, he chooses to stay quiet. Until, of course, the weight of the silence and the burden of being the one to cause it becomes too heavy to bear. Another uncomfortable laugh and a forced smile and he says, "It's nicer here anyway."