[ The sound he makes at that, something like laughter, is soft and sad and terribly human. He's not sure where it came from, really.

They live in the same place, if what this is can be called living, but they might as well be a world away.

(He visits the manor, even now. Even with everything that's happened, he wonders if it could have been different.

He can't bring himself to hate her completely, even now. She, too, had been dear to him once. He pities her, most of all.) ]

...It can't hurt to be closer.

And it's not as if privacy is much of a concern for me any more. [ Half the time he looks like a dog, closer to a Dweller than any sort of humanoid creature. ] So. If you're happy to have my company, I'd be happy to have yours.

[ Maybe happy wasn't the right word, but what is, anymore. ]