Clicking his tongue, Face quietly chides the movement - meeting it by pushing himself until they're as close as can be.

"Wow... all? That's a lot of history, man."

He half-laughs under his breath and then leans forward to slip out of his sleeve jacket before making a show of rolling up the sleeves on his bloody shirt. Satisfied, he lifts his elbow to show a very faded old white scar.

"When I was eleven I fell off a jungle gym trying to impress a group of girls that I hung out with."