[frankly if mob hadn't already exploded with gratitude once he might have now. instead the feeling at least is familiar enough it's easier to process without it tipping the scale, just curling around his chest. even calms him just a little (73%) because he's being listened to, offered a hand.

a few of the trees nearby bud just a little with new leaves despite it as he nods to robby's offer.]

I don't want to burden you. [he's willing to admit.] I feel like I do a lot. But... I think I need the help. I keep- keep thinking of what could happen if things go bad.

I think that's part of why I wanted to come here. To see if there are places far away from everyone. [another careful admittance. it's not like he wanted to isolate himself like a hermit but knowing there was a place he could go where less people could get hurt, that meant something, right? it wasn't even a fully formed thought until now, a buried inkling.

honestly the last of it hits him like a gut punch (82%), that robby wouldn't blame him. his eyes feel a bit hot, stinging, and a swirl of mixed emotions get swallowed down deep again. his voice is very small but sincere when he says,] Thanks Robby. I'm really glad I met you, even if it was like this.