Alright. He wasn't sure what he was witnessing, but he was a little less worried about him having fathered theoretical children.

It also failed to occur to him that this young man was instead schooling every wayward child in how to properly mug people.

Wordlessly, he took the key from him, fumbled to unlock the door the crying man was blocking, and eventually got it open. He then held the key out in his palm to him, silently pleading that this man take it, secure himself on the other side of the door, and never stumble down Ropati's path again.

It was a really strained smile that seemed to pull at even the roots of his hair.