[He obliges, sitting down gently with a sigh. The fact that the townhomes are all rather similar makes him feel even more comfortable than he ordinarily would. He'd love to stretch out and nap on her couch, but instead he just sits on the very edge and crosses his legs, staring down the tea cakes. The sight of the little snacks sends his empty stomach into action, making it growl and gurgle quietly.]

Thank you so much again, for being willing to hear me out, for your hospitality, for everything, really. I feel like I should've brought a gift.

If you hadn't invited me here for a rest, I probably wouldn't have stopped trying to talk to as many people as possible until I was too tired to move. I've got so much going on in my head that I just want to pour all of it out somehow so that I can enjoy life fearlessly for a little while.