He cocks his head. "You think so? Okay." More and more he's not sure. More and more he thinks the lines are blurrier than he even knew to begin with. But that's not an argument for now. That's not really even an argument at all.

It might simply be a matter of perspective.

He pauses, thinking again. "If it's... not safe. If it's the sun. If it's not as easy as he made it seem. Do you still want me to?"