Got it in one. Safe is an incomprehensible term, at this point. Trust is even harder to fathom. All in all, that's not a bad descriptor, though-- he can... imagine that, almost. Like it's on the tip of his brain taunting him with the memory of the feeling. He spends several seconds focusing hard on it, as if that will help it show itself, but of course that never works, just leaves him with the beginnings of a headache.

He has no one he'd put on watch, anyway, so he supposes unhappily that it doesn't matter. "I said it. I'm sticking by it. I. Remember what you look like when I hit you." It's one of the few things he does have, still.