"I do." While he was adventurous, he wasn't reckless. Gansey had no desire to lose a leg. If the Phantom wasn't going to tie him up he saw no reason to complain; it wasn't as though he wanted him to.

Gansey's gaze lingered on the Phantom's in return. He longed to ask the Phantom not to leave. Being alone, even in such a marvelous place, wasn't ideal. It left him alone with his thoughts, his constantly churning anxiety, and left him melancholy. Books were a good distraction normally but too much had happened. They wouldn't work this time.

Opening his mouth at first, he closed it a second later. No. It would be selfish to ask the Phantom to stay with him. No doubt the man tired of his annoying captive. So Gansey shook his head.

Looking up again, he pressed his lips together before asking, softly, "Aren't you lonesome, here?"