"It does." He sighed, a depressed sound that was half just an exhale. "It is hard sometimes, this life. The day to day of it. You are not the only one to lose their way."

He closed his eyes, calmed by the fingers in his hair. He really was like some feral cat that had just adopted people as his own. Booker was his, so therefore he was allowed to touch him. Simple as that.

"Do you remember the village in Gabon? The school we built? I know we do not do things like that very often, but they are nice when we do, yes? I want to do more like that. Not stop what we do, of course, but maybe...add to it sometimes." He smirked, and then actually laughed.

"They were so scared of you at first, until they figured out how much of a teddy bear you are. I thought that little girl was going to try and hide in your bag when we left."