[ He's surprised, almost in disbelief, and it actually causes him to withdraw a little bit physically. The idea of actually living with people... That was a little frightening to him. He liked being unseen, in a way. It felt more right to him, though what was right was also difficult too. He fidgets nervously, twisting his hands together, but his response is soft. ]

It wouldn't be quiet. I'd be listening, hearing, speaking without stopping. Pain twists and turns, crying out for mother, but—

[ His line sets in a thin line, and the fidgeting stops. ]

It's kind. But you don't have to.