His expression shifts into something softer, more kind, and he shakes his head. "There's nothing wrong with that," he insists, gently. "People do what they have to do, to cope. If that was a comfort for you or helped you get by, there's nothing to be ashamed of. It isn't silly."

People could be resilient in remarkable ways. They found all kinds of ways to thrive, to carry on. He'd seen it at home in Gotham. He was sure it was happening here, if they were being forced to stay for long periods of time.

"I'm glad you had friends willing to take you in."