[He opened his mouth, wanting to argue that he hadn't been trying to tell him who he was, he wasn't trying to tell him his feelings weren't valid, just that he might not have all of the important information, and he hated seeing him hurting over things that were out of his control, but...he stopped. Closed his mouth again and just stared at him before his face fell to something a bit sadder but also resigned.

He sighed, his gaze dropping to watch the path in front of his feet and gave what mostly came off as a full-body shrug. Arguing with him was just going to make things worse. The Nicholas back home had slowly begun learning not to blow up quite so violently at him over time, but he'd still been just as prone to violent outbursts, in the beginning. He shouldn't have been surprised.

Even if that was, again, comparing this man to the other. In his defense, the similarities were still clear as daylight if one knew what to look for, and his brain was just trying to latch onto what was familiar, what was safe, when the entire situation was more than a little uncomfortable, for both parties.]

I just hate to see people hurting. Doesn't matter who it is, I just feel the need to help. It's how I've always been.

[It helped make it feel like he wasn't completely useless, like his existence wasn't an unnecessary burden and danger on everyone and everything around him. If he could just help people be a bit happier, then maybe that would make things a little bit better, right?

But he doubted Wolfwood cared to listen to his reasons, and with him already ready to start flinging rocks, the less words said, the better.]