[Yeah, he absolutely doubts she doesn't feel afraid or lonely. She's poked him twice now late at night, once clearly out of fear and once now, he thinks out of loneliness. Not that he minds.]

Even if that's what it meant, it was-- it was necessary, at the time. There's no shame in being afraid or lonely, y'know? Especially when you're in a shit situation like that.

[He plays a broken chord on the piano, just for something to do with his hand; the sound will come through the communicator.]

Hell, I don't think I wasn't not afraid for the whole time they had me. It's part of how they controlled me, in the end.