"They're nae mine." Concrete little creature, he was. He set the borrowed clothes aside, then folded the one set that had needed washing that he'd unwittingly borrowed from the older man he wasn't ever going to be.

"I... if ye're..." He paused, an obvious wash of frustration crossing his face as he struggled to come up with some kind of words here. God only knew what compelled him to. He sure didn't. "Ye dinna owe me anythin', sir, related or no. I mean, if 'at's what ye're worried over."