"Not for a while," says Keys, fiddling with his fork. "It's...kind of a long story, honestly. Filled with failed dreams, desperation and student debt." He remembers Mouser - that sounds horrible, boring, and full of white privilege. He huffs a laugh through his nose and takes a swallow of his wine, setting down his glass and then dropping his free hand to squeeze her knee under the table. "I don't want to bore you."