He feels like he's being tugged in two directions. On one side, there's the fact that he knows that he's a weapon, he knows he's intended to hurt and kill and cut out what sorts of terrible things there are in the world while being one himself.

And on the other side, there's warm tea, and the strange feeling of someone with their arms around him, and laughter and the smell of fresh earth and -

He inhales sharply. "... Don't want to be a bother. ... Don't want to make you work. Don't want to... I..." Thankfully, the car is quiet right now, but he's not sure how long it'll stay that way. "... Don't want you to be another Reiji..."