"You're welcome." It was sad, but he would have done far, far more for Ren, and for all that he's retaining more, most sadnesses still don't linger. He looks around at the room—at the faded upholstery, the old wallpaper, the tiny TV.

"Are you sure this will be all right? It's a little..." Shabby. He doesn't think it's like the places he grew up, just that Ren deserves better.