He listens quietly, taking in the information and feeling another pang of sympathy; Ken has obviously had a hard life, moving from one place to another after the death of the person he valued the most, unwanted and alone.

He's barely a teenager, isn't he? He thinks he remembers that, at least.

"It's unexpected," he answers, slowly. Still thinking about his words, what to say. "You never think about the possibility that you'll be welcomed in, and yet people try to let you in anyway...and you're not sure what to think of that." He shrugs, after a moment. "But it's a nice feeling, even if it's strange."