[Ah, there's a difference between when it comes to forging a bond with someone who knows what it's like to be truly trapped: Henry cannot quite bring himself to apply the word lonely to himself. But in this case, she uses the word maddening, and... yes, he suspects that much could apply.

Maddening in so many ways.]

Either that, or it's easy to see the actual kind of person you are.

[In dire circumstances, with nothing else but the will to survive, does one not become their truest self? Something to think about.

He tilts his head at her, taking a sip of the cooling tea she's supplied him.]

Oh, I'm still trapped. I imagine if I return "home" from this hotel, I'd just end up back in that place.