If Wanyin needed to sit then they'd sit. Getting them to the edge, he helped them get to a bench where he sat down to listen. And it was...almost eerie how much of it rang true for him. How much of it was like his own story. But he didn't say that, trying to give the man a chance to talk. Riley could tell that this was hard for him and that he was probably scared it would chase him off.

When there was a pause, he realized that maybe there was more. So he kept quiet but he reached out to put his hands between Wanyin's in order to hold one. Giving it a squeeze, he gave him a reassuring nod.

He was still listening. For as long as the man needed.