[It's a working theory and he's nothing if not adaptable. Friends and terms like "family" are words he hears on TV and smiles and nods when other people talking about them, but he doesn't have a whole lot of experience in the matter. Sure, he's had some "friends" over the years, by various definitions, but "family" is a cold, distant, and painful thing.

In short, talking to anyone about what's going on in his head is going to take some practice. And will be painful for all involved.

The honesty is appreciated. He doesn't trust anything sugarcoated.]

Oh good, it's not just me, then. [He tries for a laugh, and it's quiet and a little sad, but he's smiling.] I can't imagine getting used to all this... [He casts a glance toward the forge/workshop, then gestures that direction.] Okay, actually, that I could get used to.