“You don’t gotta keep thankin’ me,” Speedwagon says, patting your back. “You’ve been here for what? Two months already.”

He’d saved you two months ago from a storm you’d gotten caught in, offered you shelter when no one else would. You’ve been living with him since. Speedwagon likes taking care of you. You don’t need to do anything in return. He wants to be around you as much as you’ll allow him to be.