The gentle squeeze of his hand is surprisingly effective. It's not much. But it's more than two men that are strangers typically would show each other. Knowing one stranger can be so kind to another, can just care about another human being for being human still. It helps.

"Good, because it is. He was a good man that I hope I'll be like some day." He makes room for the man to gather his cane, and he nods, body posture a bit more relaxed, the emotions on his face not hidden away, even if they've gentled to slowly lapping waves and there's a gentle smile on his face. "I do not doubt this is one such thing."

César picks up his water bottle again then gestures down the hall. "My room is down this way. ... and if you ever need a listening ear, please do come find me. I've always been a good listener. People are fascinating and emotions are important, even if I understand neither all that well. We've learned in my time that talking helps, and that it isn't against being a man to do so. I'm honestly impressed you understand so much despite living before many of the discoveries I base my own knowledge off of."

Shut up, brain. He knows he's being a hypocrite. There's no choice back home.