[ it's laughable to think of abraham or arthur ever apologizing to him, much less offering reparations. and integra never did anything to him to merit it. no, all he has to go off of is his tyrrany, which isn't the best.

his gaze drops to where baskerville is soaking in the attention, and it makes him smile, just a little. it feels odd, to smile, after days of not doing so. but anderson's offer startles him enough that his attention flicks back up to him, searching his face for... something, he's not sure what. he sits up again too, head canting aside in the same way baskerville's does when he's listening for something.

then, slowly, he nods. ]

I think that's acceptable.

[ it will certainly give him something to focus on. after another long moment he shifts closer, studying him before gripping his chin in one hand. he doesn't kiss him, or touch him in any other way, but his eyes briefly narrow before he speaks. ]

If you ever put me in a grocery bag again for any reason, I'm going to kill you repeatedly until you stop coming back.