I'll allow it.

[He scoots on over and then stretches his arms back. At this point, he should probably go back to his own room. The sugar crash is starting to hit him too.]

This place requires that I have a legal guardian of some sort. ... Ikol said they don't want to take care of me, though.

[There's no expectations or manipulation in his voice, just venting. The situation's already handled, but the mention of parents reminded him.]