[Corrin looks at Niles, his worry clearly defined on his expression, and he reaches out to place a hand gently on his shoulder -- if Niles shows the least bit of discomfort at the touch, the hand retreats immediately. Corrin was a touchy-feely person by nature, but he wasn't sure how receptive Niles was to it, necessarily.]

Still. You're my friend. The last thing I want for you is any version of the slums. What I can do, I will do for you.