[He doesn't know her story, but he thinks given how young she still is, it must have been one of her parents. He can't pretend to know how that feels, but he can imagine it's harsh. The kind of reality someone so young shouldn't have dropped on them so early.]

Know what? [He leans forward a little, smallest of smiles tugging at one corner of his mouth.] Found family can be a thousand times better than your real one, sometimes. You can have that, Maya. The people you care about, the ones that care about you, the friends you surround yourself with? They can be family, too. Family's more than shared DNA. What counts is they care.