Martin looked as he felt. Slightly surprised, taken aback, he stepped back a little only to focus on the face of the youth again. It seemed their similarities ended here and now. It was only a few seconds that he had to think of his own room that lay deserted and clinically clean in another tract of the building. Such lifelessness. It was him. Dead.

"That is perfectly allright. It will be room number [#] then. Please feel free to take a shower now. Ill be in the garden if you have any more questions or want to tour the facilities some more."

His offer was one that he did not expect to be taken up. Children were predictable in a way he thought. This one was self reliant. He though that he might wander alone through the halls just to find secret places that might be his someday. It was an end. Dying.

Chris nodded, looking at the door. A small knot of anticipation and dread had started to form in his stomach. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all... but he suddenly realized that he was tired. Dead tired. It had been a long morning, and a long night before that, and it had been a while since he'd gotten some sleep. Right now, it would be great to just take off his back-pack and stretch out on a bed or a couch.

"Okay, sure. And thanks for showing me around and... you know. Helping me with the doctor and papers and stuff," Chris said, looking down at his feet. It wasn't a very exuberant 'thank you', but it was sincere. The gardener had been really helpful, even if he'd been a bit... aloof. Chris doubted he would take up the offer, though, since he preferred to survey his surroundings at his own pace. Alone. But he spent most of his time outdoors anyway, so no doubt he would see more of the gardener.
"Yeah, I'll do that," he said anyway, glancing at the door.