I'm not anybody's Mary Sunshine but I try to keep a bigger, brighter picture in mind. If you don't got that then don't expect other people to do it for you, I figure. Though I dunno if you noticed in this City there are people willing to do some pretty desperate shit to make a stranger smile. Baked goods, parties...shit like that.

[Which could be because of age or magic girl canons. Things that Mr. White may never, ever understand.]

Gettin' there. Gotta make sure you won't fall down or nothing. Especially alone.

[The old man wags a finger as though it's actually something Arthur has a decision on.]

You call someone to get you?

[If not a cab. A roommate, a friend...]