He pauses in his tracks, about to hop off the shattered mess of a vehicle to find his other toolbox when her words finally register. Granted, he was doing this to help her out, since it was obvious she needed it - these sudden accusations and doubts weren't making his day look any brighter.

"Do you know what it's like?" He finally says, tone quiet and serious. "To be a kid with nobody else around? To have to survive all on your own, and finally getting a buddy to share things with? Loneliness is a lot more hopeless to me. And it's a lot more pointless, if it's deliberate." And now he looks a little sad, glancing at her over his shoulder.

"You don't know anything about me, okay?"