Leander shook his head, because the conditions in themselves were fairly straightforward; he just wasn't sure if he was supposed to fall into bed with Ragnar again or not. He was pretty sure that Ragnar didn't want to pay him for sex again, but he could only imagine that Ragnar would want him to in exchange for the room - what didn't make sense then was that Ragnar assured him he didn't want that.
As for being himself, he didn't know who he was outside of a drug addict and he wasn't sure he knew any other way to be. Ragnar's hand in his was warm and certain and Leander had to concentrate on what the man was saying instead of how it felt to hold hands with someone again.
Ragnar seemed to think he was worth more than fucking and shooting up anyway, with how he asked for help in return for money - Leander couldn't say he'd turn the man down,but he wasn't sure how much of a help he'd be, especially if it was something important, like Ragnar's work. He wasn't sure about getting off the junk either; it was the only thing he had to rely on since- since.
There was that confusing notion again that Ragnar seemed to want him around but would be sleeping with other people, people that he wouldn't have to pay who didn't have arms littered with trackmarks. He couldn't look the other man in the eye.
"It's more than I can ask for and much more than I deserve. Thank you."