[It's not home. It's not his house, but God, is it ever comforting to see a familiar face, to have access to a place that might not be his, but at least isn't his enemies'. He squeezes Chopin's hand a little, not quite sure how to express the gratitude he feels, so just giving him a smile instead.]
Well, yeah--like, how can looking this good be bad, right? [He laughs, and then is quiet for a second.] I don't think I know him, but... He's cool with you?
[He can shelve his distrust of strangers for a bit, if Chopin trusts the guy.]
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Well, yeah--like, how can looking this good be bad, right? [He laughs, and then is quiet for a second.] I don't think I know him, but... He's cool with you?
[He can shelve his distrust of strangers for a bit, if Chopin trusts the guy.]