[He'll leave the question unanswered -- is it really a matter of want? He can deny it all he likes, but the relationship between them was certainly no longer one of enemies, nor was it shallow enough to qualify as acquaintances.]

[Instead, he just nods. He's not so foolish as to push himself for no reason when he's feeling weak -- the curse was broken now, so he could rest easy.]

Don't worry, I plan on it. It should be easier getting back home than it was getting here, at least.

[Don't worry, he says, because clearly Scaramouche was worried?? He's not going to forget him rubbing his back when he was coughing, okay.]

[Still, he's gonna push it, already expecting the response, but--]

But you know, it'd be a lot easier if I had a shoulder to lean on?