Hah. I should have, not?

[The chuckle that makes it out of his mouth isn't a joyful one.]

Juice is too sweet. I prefer tea. [They cross the street and finally arrive at a large apartment building.] But if it is juice you want, I have some inside the place assigned to me. I used to know people who liked to drink that. It would be sad to let it go to waste.

[After a small ride inside an elevator Wanderer steps out, still holding on to his hand.]