"You can go gits it if you want to lets me see on it?" Skwisgaar didn't seem too comfortable with letting Miniver wander off just yet, but perhaps it'd let the younger man gain his bearings again, let him relax. "You can stays here too. It don't matters none at me. Whatever you am comfortables with de most." He was attempting to be stoic as usual, but the fact that the poet was so angry with himself over such an innocent, sweet boy that once was him confused and saddened Skwisgaar in a way he wasn't used to, or really even knew he could be sad. He wasn't even fully sure why it broke his heart, it just did.
"If it happens at me, I would trusts on you de most to takes care of me dat age. You uh... You would understands on me a little better. Dat, and you knows, you knows on Swedish a lot, and dat would helps. I had not learned English until I was fourteen?"