His own gaze lifts at those questions. Of course what it can do is a bigger problem than one person. It's no small part of him that still wants this place to throw the hollow out. But he looks over his phone, the messages there.

"... She's probably going to treat it--" He frowns. "... She's treating him like what he's acting like. A teenager."

It feels like the world tilts a little when he puts it to words. A monster or a teenager.

"Moody and suspicious. That's what she said. That... is just hollows. It's impossible to trust anything like that. But she says he doesn't want to hurt anyone. That I don't get. I just know she wouldn't say it unless she really believed it. She doesn't trust as freely, and she's a lot smarter than I am."

He tucks the phone back away.

"If she says so, I've got to trust her. So, yes, the hollow's staying."