"I get that. I kinda feel like here, I'm about as far from home as I was before. Maybe that's why I'm taking it so well?" He plucks at the hem of his hospital gown, gives a wry smile before he glances up again.

"I'm mostly trying to be optimistic. New things. Might mean I come off as dumb as a sack of doorknobs, but thinking about the past doesn't change anything, you know?" He huffs a sigh, rubbing his fingers together. He wishes he had a smoke, but he's probably never going to find his particular choice of habit here. Oh well. "Just gotta keep moving, because otherwise you're just gonna...stop, and not go anywhere, and that's not going to do you any good, either."