"I know." He sighs. "He wants me to decide everything's good. He can't do it himself. So why the hell did he do all this in the first place, if he's not even sure it's... He's such a fucking..."

He doesn't even know how to end the sentence. Maruki is a lot of things. "We're kind of in the same situation," he says instead. He wouldn't have dared to say that to her before, but maybe now that she's less hostile, she'll understand? "I mean. You're not the one who fucked everything up." He lets out a breath. Almost, it could be a self-deprecating laugh, but it doesn't quite get there. "But. You remember stuff no one else does. No one else knows what's going on. It's just you." He hesitates, gathering the shreds of his courage. "So, um. I can listen too. If you want."

She probably doesn't want that. She probably has other people here she'd rather confide in, who don't remind her of the guy who did this to her. But he can't not make the offer, after she said what she did. And he misses being there for people. No one needs him in Maruki's reality. It's such a selfish thing to get upset over, given everything else, but that doesn't stop him.