The forest might be. I don't know. But I can't stay in town.

[the idea seems to actively agitate him, even. there's just too many people, too many opportunities for discovery. he reaches over and rubs at one of the short, healthy patches of newt's hair, which is bristly and kind of nice to touch, in a way.]

Sorry. I keep forgetting you aren't at your best. Which sounds stupid, but...

[he shrugs. it's the truth.]