He's had time to think since he arrived. About this place. About what the future truly was for him back in Ketterdam and what his future might hold for him here instead. He imagines it might well have been an entirely different thing had he arrived here without finding Jesper or the woman perched on his window sill.

He approaches not with caution but consideration as he leaves his jacket across the back of a chair, careful so there's no wrinkles and then, after pausing a moment, he begins to peel off his gloves.

It's a consideration, a show that he is thinking about her words on more than a superficial level. Perhaps he will never be comfortable with contact from others but with her, he could offer this if nothing else as he lays the gloves against the coat.

"What if those changes do change what we are? To one another?"

It's something he's thought about since their first talk in this place. When she, and then Jesper, had told him he could leave Dirtyhands behind. What if he did and the person he is without that is not the person they've known or cared for?