"I don't have a habit of taking the easy road and I would never want to. Even people in my profession, sometimes they think I've gone mad when I tell them what it is I do, or want to do." He toyed with the flowers, twisting stems out and tucking them back in, rearranging the bouquet. He braced it between his knees so he could fidget and work as he talked.
"I miss home," he admitted, as he tugged some of the smaller flowers out of the edge, splitting one stem, twisting them together. "In the walls of my parents home, for me, there is freedom to do things I think elsewhere I would never be granted. Except maybe in your home." He paused in his fussing and smiled a little at Obediah. "I hope perhaps that's so."