[There isn't an immediate answer, and Ggio's lashes nearly obscure his eyes as he considers what he could say. All of this sounded fine - but it wasn't perfect. This life was too docile, and even with all he had, all he was learning, he can't keep suppressing his instincts. Nor was he completely comfortable with leaving everything to Tom, or Bobbi, or anyone.
no subject
But he just keeps smiling, in that faint way.]
No, everything's fine.