[he scowls and opens his mouth to shoot a snarky reply back ("it's your fault for not taking a hint.") but stops before he can get the words out. why ruin a good thing? it's not like he has much else to look forward to here.]

...It was about your world. When everyone finds a way out of town, I -

[and there's that hesitation again. he shakes his head, fighting through it.]

I was, um. I was wondering how much you'd hate the idea of me sticking around for a little while. Not to bug you or get in your way, just to sightsee and stuff.