Chase took her hand, thinking about what she'd said for a moment before replying. "It's new. New stuff is always scary." He probably knew that better than anyone, the shut in who could barely leave his neighborhood. In that way, Zenith was easier, he supposed. If it weren't for the cameras, and the people behind the cameras, and the people in the house fucking things up, or hurting people, or doing damage, it might not be so bad. He only had maybe thirty people to interact with, and he could avoid the ones he didn't want to talk to easily enough. The ones he did want around were always there, and he didn't have to compete with cooler, more interesting people in order to keep them. He was fed, and clothed, and now had a shed full of toys to play with. Inevitably it would all get ruined somehow, like it always seemed to, but sometimes it was okay.
"I've had a roommate before, so maybe that's why it's not freaking me out as much. I shared a room with three other kids when I was in foster care, and then I lived with David for a while. I like you a lot better than any of the kids I was with, and probably David too, but...you know...don't tell him I said that if we ever see him again. But, anyway, I'll probably be okay with sharing the room." He hoped that was true. "But don't...like...keep stuff in if it's bothering you, okay? You can always tell me when you want me out for a while or if you want to change stuff. I don't want you to feel like you're going off the deep end because stuff is bothering you."