A rundown coffin home... who would've thought it could become a place of so much warmth and comfort and peace? Some part of him still blames Song Lan for ruining it, but at least he realizes that it's irrational. He's just not used to feeling guilt over his own actions.

"When we get out of here, where do you want to live?" he asks instead of voicing any of his other thoughts.

He grows a little cold inside at that response. He doesn't want to consider what could have happened to a small child to trigger a life-long fear of touch.

"I'm glad you're not afraid with me," he murmurs softly as he holds Song Lan tighter.