[ Wrench wasn't sure that he was ready to get up yet, though. He needed more time to sort out all the circling thoughts in his mind. To digest them, or dispute them, or just... It didn't stop, it was just comforting to know he wasn't actually pressured to share. Wrench shook his head and put his hands up in defense when she tried to help him up. ]

Yeah. Yeah, I am too. [ He needed comfort, and he heard you about the food; appreciated it. Eventually would acknowledge it. Give him some time. First, he needed comfort. All of his comfort wasn't here. So he closed in on himself. Laid the side of his head on the tops of his knees and stared at the wall. Never knew he had this much pride until now. The things you learn about yourself, huh? ] Gets tiring, though. At a certain point it gets tiring.

[ There was quiet for a long time after that before he decided to speak up again. ] I don't know how to deal with this. Maybe there is no dealing with it. There's just feeling it and moving on.