QUOTE : Can I wait until later to tell you my story?” he asked, sounding uncomfortable. “I don’t want to completely weird you out by talking about who I used to be before having the chance to show you who I am now.” He shot me an awkward smile.<br /><br />“Does that mean I don’t have to tell you about my past either?” I lobbed back.<br /><br />“No,” he groaned. “Especially since I’ve barely started to figure you out.” He paused. “Just please, don’t ask me yet. Any other question, just not that.”<br /><br />“Okay, how about . . . why do you have a photo of me next to your bed?” I prodded.<br /><br />“Did that creep you out?” he said, laughing.<br /><br />“Yeah, kind of,” I admitted. “Although I saw it about a second after I found you dead on your bed, so the creep factor was already pretty high.