[With him. Guren is quiet, for a moment, surprised and touched all at once. He almost doesn't know what to say. For you would be all wrong, so comparatively, with you is much better... but with him? He's a mess, and he'll never understand people wanting to be around him.

He smooths his hand over Dextera's back.]

With me? Are you sure about that? [Self-deprecating, but he laughs, quiet and pleased. After all, he selfishly wants the same. He doesn't know that it's a good idea, but he doesn't care right now. He's avoided enough throughout his life. He wants this.]

Live with me, then. Whatever else is out there, we can take care of it. But we should rest here for a while, first.