It's a gift... you give to I guess... welcome someone to the space.

[ Henry misunderstands it as not knowing what it is. Perhaps, the reality that Jayce comes from, they don't have "housewarming gifts." ]

I don't have one.

[ He blinks. ]

I guess so. [ Time and schedules stopped mattering to him in the space of time that he was trapped in his room. The idea of maintaining them again feels foreign to him, somehow, but he supposes he should try -- or else he'll always feel a little inhuman. ] I think people would like them.

... it'd... make them feel more normal.