[ There's the whole thing with being seen again. None of that matters to him. It never has. He doesn't like being seen. Doesn't need it to get through his days. Much like he doesn't care so much about his hair. Clearly he cares some, or else it wouldn't be this long or clean or taken care of. But it's just hair. It grows back.   ]

I don't care what they think.

[ Truth. He doesn't care one stitch of what people think about him. If he did, he'd act more like Felix. He'd make an effort to be personable. But, he just doesn't care. Maybe he should and maybe that would make things easier here, but. He's not looking to change. ]

And you shouldn't either. They don't matter.

[ He could leave it at that, because it's just conversational. He's not scolding, just speaking blandly. None of them matter as far as he's concerned. But, he doesn't say just that. He turns slightly to get a look at Felix.  ]

I'm with you. Who I share a bed with is no concern of anyone but us. [ Leon, too, probably because he's annoying. But. ] Who I share anything with is of no concern to anyone else, either.

[ He turns back around, that hand squeezing tighter against Felix's leg for a brief moment before his thumb resumes that motion again.  ]

They aren't important and you shouldn't think they are, either.