[ He knows why Sascha likes him. he can't not know, but this? This just drives it all home and he ducks his head with a chuckle; he concedes. There's no way he's going to be able to handle this. He already feels touched and he's never felt that in his original life once. ]
You're...kind. Strange, but very kind.
[ He draws himself up, and rolls a shoulder. ]
I won't impose. I can confine myself here until... [ ...Hmm. Until what, exactly? He gets "fixed"? This wears off? He dies again...? ]
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You're...kind. Strange, but very kind.
[ He draws himself up, and rolls a shoulder. ]
I won't impose. I can confine myself here until... [ ...Hmm. Until what, exactly? He gets "fixed"? This wears off? He dies again...? ]