"All those girls got to meet you and none of them made a move?" he's a little incredulous, here. Then he's being hugged, and his immediate instinct was to hug back and hold on, smiling at the warmth he felt that had nothing to do with body heat and everything to do with Dolemeck's words. Can they stay like this forever? He doesn't want to pull away, and he might be clinging a little too hard, for reasons even he doesn't understand.

"Sometimes I'm not sure I should be here. Not just at school, I mean alive, at all - I'm not suicidal or anything, I. It's." Deep, slow breath. He can do this. "My family is gone. Everyone is dead except me now and I don't know what to do with myself. I'm lost. The Institute is just my attempt at finding some kind of purpose now." He knows that must sound bad, so he adds, quietly, "And then I met you. And you make things sound possible that I don't usually let myself think are. You're good for me. But I'm not sure I've done anything good for you, yet."