[This kindness... He's used to things in the past like reverence and devotion, but not kindness. He doesn't feel like he deserves the gentle way Mayoi is handling this. Hell, he knows the problems from his injury are half psychosomatic, and he shouldn't let them get to him or impede him. But... Sometimes everything comes together, a perfect storm, and he loses his nerve and his ability.

He's needed kindness. He didn't really realize it, but now that it's being leveled at him, he feels his own growing cynicism and pessimism dissipate.]

People have hurt me, too, Mayoi-san. We might both have scars, even if they look and feel a little different.

[But this is almost lovely, and Tatsumi guides them to the modest house all while letting Mayoi keep their collective balance. It almost seems silly, because the way he was aching before seems distant and dull now. All his attention is on his new pet.

He has to remind himself that Mayoi is the church's, not his personal pet...]

Thank you for your kindness.

[...No matter how much he instinctively wants him to be his. It doesn't make logical sense, but he feels like Mayoi must've been sent to him in response to his prayers. It's probably an overbearing and downright creepy thing to assert so quickly, so he'll hold back.

They get to the house, where Tatsumi is lucky enough to have his own first-floor room. With difficulty, he slips off his soaked shoes and pulls on slippers, leaning heavily on Mayoi the whole time. Then he turns a pair of slippers to set them where Mayoi can easily step into them. Gesturing down the hall, he smiles.]

My room is at the end, on the left.