[There's a brief, compassionate look on Daan's face. Not that it's difficult to give his empathy to Heine; as ever, Heine has been a good friend, and Daan has at least come to realize that. What an empty life he's had, lacking this companionship; it's a marvel to him.

He follows, ensuring that they're at least out of the way of irritating spectres seeking to cause mischief.]

And how could you afford to, in your life? [Daan merely says it like it's obvious.] I don't know everything about you, of course. But I think I know enough that you probably didn't think you could.

[Unable to say it out loud. Well. Daan knows what that's like, too.]

Then I won't nag. ...But I hope knowing brings you some measure of joy, Heine.

More than it's brought a lot of others.

[like himself wompwomp]