He frowns. "I think I phrased it badly. I had two options when I got here: I could adapt or I could suffer. I chose to adapt by getting close to people, when I never did back home. This place didn't force me to do anything with you. This place could take away my choices. I know that. But so far it hasn't. I hate the things like- like the fog, or the drugs, but right now there's nothing I can do except avoid them..."

He's rambling, just a bit, thinking out loud about things he's pushed aside to keep going.

"Sometimes it does scare me how much I like you, K. Historically it doesn't go well for me. But I'm happy when I'm with you, and happiness is a rare thing. I want it while I have it."