The sigh reminded him suddenly, with all the shock and start of one of his grandad's firebolts, of Ares when he was disappointed; he hung his head feeling shamed and picked at the cat's ear with his free hand.
"I don't need them." he said, stubborn like a child that knows it's done something wrong but is unwilling to concede to the fact. And anyway, it was true. He stole electricity and internet from the hospital next door, he caught and ate pigeons when he could and he didn't really need to eat EVERY day so that wasn't a problem and if he was thirsty he just waited til it rained. Or went elsewhere.
The only thing he really would have wanted was a bath or a shower or something, although this too was only when he realised, in his more lucid moments, just how filthy he was getting from the dust and dirt in the house, and the blood he managed to get himself covered in.