Yeah, he figured that's what Caston would choose to focus on. You don't just drop the therapy bomb and not expect a few questions, but... hey. He knows Cas is a good guy, he can tell he's going through something of a rough patch- well, if not rough, at least... stagnant. He's not all that embarrassed by it, to be honest. Fuck what anyone thinks.

He stands up straight, no longer bent over the hood, and runs his hands through his hair. Some of it sticks up, sticks back, messy and undoubtedly dirty, but he doesn't give a shit how it looks.

"My mom died," He admits finally, dropping his eyes for a moment. "It was a while back, but it... messed me up pretty bad. I had some... anger problems. Broke a lot of shit, got into fights, hurt some people... Got into a bar fight with some guy I don't even really remember, and the cops came into play. I had a choice- ninety days, or anger management."

He's not proud of what he did, how he acted, how he lashed out at the people that mattered to him. That's more embarrassing than the therapy itself.