[ The first statement just gets him to laugh as he folds the pants over his prosthetic arm. ok, he'll get these if Maruki insists. He's half of the mind to ask when they were parent and child clothes shopping, but he honestly just enjoys the company. ]

Mmm... Is it? I don't know. You don't have to worry about me.

[ He's fine. Sort of. Not really. He's managing.

The question that comes next almost has him choking on his own spit, the purple lensed sunglasses hiding the way his eyes widen. He manages a strained, sheepish sort of expression. ]

I think he might enjoy his freedom a little more than he would sharing an inn room with me.