He kind of gets it, though. It sounded a lot nicer than the Herald's funeral to him. Just remembering all the good stuff and that they found peace. Instead of templars punching mages and other angry-sad things.

The teen freezes a bit in place when he's got arms around his shoulders, but it seemed friendly, if anything. The fact that the guy was saying that he wouldn't judge him for it helped, too... even if he's not sure what the heck rogues had to do with playing games. Or picking them. Maybe he played heroes as a kid?

"That's... good. Last time I talked to a rifter he said I was a bad person for being a rogue, stealing food when I was on the streets, and that starving didn't exist." He's still really hurt by it, even if Sam hadn't known better.

He takes a breath and smiles again. Nope, not thinking about that. Making new friends and not fucking it up this time, please. "I could show you how to pick locks? But then you got to show me how to juggle in return."