He looks up at her as she speaks, looking concerned. He really doesn't want to get Aña and Matilda messed up in his shit. Aña already sort of was--but that was her choice. It wasn't fair to bring a six year old into this mess.

"You don't get it. We're not exactly trusting of adults. And I'm not just talking about me," he starts, feeling sick. He needs to text Aña. He needs to find Matilda and he needs to move them. They lingered too long. He sees that now. God, he's only just realising that getting an apartment is a really bad idea. Maybe Alpha Force was the best place for him. But not for them. They weren't involved.

When she finishes, he laughs wryly, giving her a shrug. "It's kinda late for that."