Kyle averted his eyes with a sad sigh, he did not want to be a traitor, no question. However, he had been asked to do this by someone he respected and felt he owed. And really, being out of the Haven was a comforting idea. He could deal with it, hopefully those at the Brotherhood would not hate him or else he might have some real issues. Given that his feral side as kept in check now, he was rather optimistic. "No peeing," he assured with a chuckle.
"No, I... I think this is the right thing," he assured, eyes distant. "There's a lot of memories there and..." He shrugged again, his fingers running over the top of the bar. He did wish he had a beer, not that he wanted to drink it. It would just be nice to have something to do with his hands other than fidget. "Any words of wisdom for me?" He asked sincerely, turning sad, slightly nervous eyes to the often cranky feral.