"I know that! I just," Kanuna began to explain and expelled another breath. "I didn't know if you'd want me around after I told you the truth."
He stepped out of the way for Sam to close the door and then took a glance around the space. It was nice. Clean. Heated. He was already getting too warm in his frayed woolen jacket but didn't dare move to take it off to make himself more comfortable. He felt too much guilt to let himself have room comforts.
"You need to hit me, maybe?" Kanuna smirked and shrugged. He, too, was otherwise at a loss of suggestions.