He listens to what she has to say, taking in on board- acknowledging that she'd given him some information a lot of people might not be privy to- grateful for the trust in doing so. He smiles, faintly, tiredly.

"Yeah, guess we are. I don't know why adults seem to think sending us away will fix shit, but there we go."

He was helped though, ultimately. But it was nothing the staff at Ericson's did, fuck, no, he learned by himself. Taking care of his group. No amount of therapy or psych evaluations can change a person as well as nessecity can, it turns out.

"...I know, but I still did it," he frowns. "I was here for a week after...this, and then they sent me away and that was it. The world ended...shit a year at most after? It's hard to keep track of time- but that was pretty much it."

He never got to tell them he was sorry. They never got to see that he'd grown up and changed. Become better all on his own.