[ Between the juice box in his hands and the bandaids on his arm, Welt feels a little like a child again being told to rest after a particularly bad tumble. It's a strange feeling but not entirely unpleasant, and his expression is clear as he listens to Midnight take the long way around.

Which is fine; he's got time and no desire to force answers out like toothpaste being squeezed out of its tube.

The question's something of a surprising one though, his eyes widening behind the rim of glasses as he takes another sip of his juice. Not entirely unexpected though given the strangeness of the situation; it's not every day a guy just casually lets a vampire suck their blood without any sort of explanation beforehand. At least the answer's easy enough to give. ]

I consider you a good friend. [ For all that they've known each other for a mere handful of months. ] Of course I'd help.

[ Okay, fine, he realizes how absolutely naive and guileless that sounds. ]

I haven't exactly had the easiest life—though I'm sure you could say that about a lot of folks around here. But I've always had people looking out for me, people offering me their hand even when they could have used more of a hand themselves. People who took me in when I was looking for a place to stay, and who never asked me about how or why I ended up where I did.

[ He shrugs, a crooked smile on his face. ]

I guess you could say I wanted to pay some of that forward. Do the same for others what those people did for me.