It's whatever, I ain't fussed about it if you ain't.

[So far, he sees no reason to have a problem with this guy, anyway. But he hasn't shared a living space with anyone but other teens since the orphanage, so it's gonna be some weird growing pains, he's pretty sure.]

Long as we're clear that you ain't my dad and I ain't your kid, I don't really care. Your business's yours, mine's mine.

[He wishes he still had an oversized coat to shove his hands into tbh...it feels weird to be without one. As for the question...he frowns.]

I uh. I'm not sure. I thought I heard a kid call out, but ....I kinda figured it was just in my head.

[He was bleeding out in an alley at the time so it wasn't an unreasonable assumption.]