[Absently Hanna will restart said pets, gently rubbing at his soft ears while John explains to him what he means. It sure is a concept, one that he doesn't think he could have even considered back home, and yet...

He huffs a soft laugh, weird to think that it was entirely possible here.]

That makes a lot of sense... I had quite a few friends show up, ask me how I was, but I didn't really want to talk about it, a lot of them died too, or were caught in the middle. But it hurt some of them, that I obviously was just trying to deal with it by myself...

[It's a habit that was formed through necessity, and he's hesitant to shake it. If he ever got back home, what would change? He had a small group of maybe friends, people around him that tagged along out of necessity or worry. Did he really want to throw away survival techniques because he was here now, unlearn things just to have to relearn them all over again? He isn't so sure.]

Is there a trick to knowing what you're actually supposed to be learning here? I feel like some things that I can recognize and potentially change? I don't want to get rid of. Feels like...not planning for the future. Which, I'm told I should work on contingencies but I dunno if that's right either.

[He huffs a sigh, rubs at Johns ears a little more before just flopping backwards onto the rug, staring at the cracking plaster on the ceiling.]