We can do without for now. Try to remember in the meantime, if you can.

[ So, this young stranger is a bit like Miss Popukar. She tends to get distant when she's confused, unable to make normal decisions, a danger to herself and others. He falls back into the rhythm of placation easily, speaking gently, like he's soothing a startled burdenbeast. If there's something in there watching Midnight... Well, that's something he'll tuck away for later. If it's ever necessary for him to look at it again, he'll take a look at it. He doesn't like to see malice in others if it doesn't exist. ]

You're in a park right now. I found you here by yourself. If your grandmother was looking after you, I'm afraid we haven't crossed paths yet.

[ He's aware, vaguely, that the young man might be speaking of someone who may not be in the city, but he'd like to keep what he says short, simple, truthful. It helps, as far as he's aware. (What he isn't aware of is that the boy doesn't speak of his own free will. Midnight's observant, but not perfectly so.) ]

I'll stay with you until we find someplace you can rest on your own. Here. Drink this. Have you eaten?

[ He pops the attached straw and lifts it to the boy's mouth. Plain water. Hydration, nutrition, rest. Things he often needs himself. ]