Darius wondered how these questions would help him feel better. He got slightly annoyed, but answered somewhat sincerely. "Yes. You could never understand this, doctor, but... while he did foot me with the bill more than once, he never needed my money. He didn't want me there for my money. Even when I felt like an outsider of the group because I'd be the butt of his jokes. Or he risked my life for his fun. Or he gave me nightmares I still haven't passed over..." he ran a hand through his hair. "I felt like I mattered with him. That I was in a group, and that I was an important part of the party. That this powerful guy wanted me there. So I was someone."