[There's a small sound, something that could have been a laugh if he had any sort of joy within him, but it's deformed by spite and displeasure at the weakness that kind of statement implies. He steps back into the attached bath for a moment to towel some more moisture out of his hair before returning, hair hanging around his face as he straightens out his sleeves to button the cuffs.]

He has every reason to doubt at this juncture but I have it within me to regain his confidence.

[With every single step of getting dressed it's clear how Just So everything must be before he moves on to the next step, but it's so routine that he does it all with swift efficiency. This too helps him regain a hold on his sense of self, because it helps him reestablish the pride he takes in his appearance. The process cements how important his head-to-toe presentation makes all the difference in his confidence.]

Are you going to babysit me for him? I really don't think you're qualified for that.