[that statement, murmured so simply, is almost enough to rattle him. after all, his piercings... well, they're their own source of contention. that he doesn't want to talk about, doesn't want to worry Basch over. (never mind that it will probably be anger, not concern, that fills the moments after.)]

I'm glad you think so. [he offers that much, thumb brushing the back of Basch's hand.] And it's a relief, I think. That you were able to help them... and selfishly, that I'll benefit from that.

[it shouldn't have a negative connotation, but selfishness is not something he's been allowed to have. it's thrilling and frightening to speak it, to feel it, to know he won't be pushed away for it.

less selfishly, he slowly comes to terms with the passage of time, remembers what they were doing.]

It's alright. I'm not alone now... that's what matters to me. It makes the loneliness I felt feel much less important. [that also feels important to say, and he squeezes Basch's hand again before finally releasing it, reluctantly.] Are you still able to eat while I lean on you? I can move if you need.