Chase cleared his throat, staring down at his feet. "I don't want to be my parents," he said, the words nearly too quiet to hear -- but there they were. And maybe, unconsciously, he had been doing that by allowing the Children's Office to help. It had been small increments, but inevitably, it had become too much. "And you don't have to wander less. Maybe just...take him with you?" he suggested. "You need companions, don't you, Doctor?"