"Oh, no, no." Sitting up straighter, he takes the other wash cloth, shaking his head. "I didn't say gullible." A pause, a small huff. "Sorry, I guess it did kinda sound like that, huh? I just meant that, uh, it's like, you choose to help even though you know that's a possibility and, uh—"

Yeah, he's not making this any better, is he? In lieu of running his mouth some more, he sips at the water, pats the cool cloth against his skin. Could he blame the heat, for his lack of tact?

"It's just, not a lot of people would do what you do where I'm from. Especially for nothing in return… they'd sooner leave you dying in a ditch."