He knows it's how people live, how they've lived in the past, how they live now, and yet it still hurts to hear her speak of it with such ease. Without the Church, for all its faults, he'd have likely found himself in the same position, starved and desperate for a little bit of warmth. The home and the Church and Father Sean had certainly all been cruel, but at least he'd always had a place to stay. Food in his belly. A warm bed, if not necessarily a comfortable life.

"Well, at least the home here gives you a place to sleep," he says with a sigh. It's far from perfect, especially given the circumstances there now, but it's better than a lot of other options. And it's better than the places he's stayed in his own life. The staff do their best to swiftly put any bullying to bed and he knows it must still happen, but it's not the sort of violence he'd endured.

"I know that's hardly a comfort, especially with things as they are now. I just... I hate to think of you having to live under a bridge."