“Okay,” I whispered.
His eyes shot open. “Okay?”
“You can stay… for a little while.”
He narrowed them pretty quickly, rolling his shoulders in agitation. “You hear nothing else I—”
“Or you can just go,” I said sharply, cutting him off.
He sighed deeply. “All right, all right. Baby steps, I get it.”
Baby steps.
Maybe he was right.