He's about to answer, really. To reassure her that yeah, yeah, he traded everything and his soul for cute little tutus and pretty dresses when she got here. He even broke his network silence and asked for help.

But the second part makes his throat tighten unexpectedly. It's...it's the first time anyone's asked him if he needed anything, personally. For some inexplicable reason, it makes a little pang go through his stomach. But he swallows it, takes a breath, and shakes his head.

"No. I mean, yeah. She's got...stuff. I'm not neglecting her, I promise."