His heart flutters a bit, and he nods dumbly as she hugs him a bit longer. He doesn't remember the girls from his false memories being this... genuine, and it's honestly amazing.

"I think I do." He mumbles once they break away, moving to get the coffee started and checking for things. "...Milk. Not cream. But I have sugar."

As a passing thought, he wonders if his bees can make honey. They probably can. It'd be nice to let them out for reasons other than killing people.

"...Hey- Diane?" He hesitates, "D'you think you could tell me a story? I just... could use your- voice."