Oh great, now Elliott was looking at him. That made this a lot more difficult.

He cleared his throat again, trying to keep his voice as disinterested sounding as he could while keeping his own gaze on the sketch that was becoming slightly blurry. "Well... the Blakelys adopted me pretty much right after I was born."

He licked his lips, mouth suddenly really dry. "I... Well." He shrugged, swallowing again. "Whatever was on my original birth certificate, I don't really know, but I couldn't care less about the ones who threw me away to begin with."