Simon nodded, pressed his lips together, and nodded again. "Thanks Elijah. I'll... make the best of it." The truth was that he had been holding up this 'leaving for York' thing for ages to keep him going, and he had told himself that he would find a decent job, and meet more people like him who would understand, that there would be a place for him and everything would be great. But now that it was an approaching reality, he was afraid of it for the first time. "I'll leave you to sleep," he said.