It was the sight of Zack shrunk back in his chair that helped him pull his head clear of that particular slippery thought slope, just, shaking his head. The anger drains out of his body, slumping in his chair with a heavy sigh. You're breaking his heart here, damn it. He could take a chance that Zack was right, but he wasn't very hopeful. He just reaches out, and slides the food from the edge of the table to in front of Zack, mostly for lack of anything else to do with himself right now. You're breaking his heart. "And what if it's not? What if you speak to him, and it's not? He treats you like that when you don't know it's wrong, what are the chances he's just going to cave when you do?"

But it's not a no, either. The deep-seated cold anger is still there, but at this point, it's quickly becoming a this that is deep-rooted. He's also not sure if this is just something he may be able to just let go. He has an idea, though. He lets a smile onto his face, but all he can manage is the sort that's soft and sad. "Hey, tell you what. How about this in that case? I was already planning on letting you stay, if you wanted to. Mostly so I could keep an eye on you, give you the crash course in how things work-" like being a functional people "like how to earn money and apparently some of the smaller things like reading and numbers. So. You come stay? I'll teach you how you're supposed to treated on top of everything else. If he turns up? I let you take the reigns, and do my best to keep out from under you two guy's feet, beyond you keeping in with me for long enough that we can figure out whether he's really taking on board what you're telling him, and not hunting him. However. He goes back to not treating you right? I'm 'stepping in'. And I'll still do my best not to kill him." He knows the last bit is a bit of word trickery, but he also doesn't make promises he knows he can't keep when it matters.