He chuckles, hesitates. "When I was on the road, before I found the Hilltop, I ran across a man who had holed up in a cabin. We shared a tin of ravioli--real Chef Boyardee. I hadn't had that in at least a year, maybe two. It was probably going bad but at the time, I didn't care, it tasted so good, just like I remembered. Then he tried to kill me."

He looks at Drake. "I knew you wouldn't. Trust is a choice; I decided to trust you and you've rewarded me for it every day since."