[That was easy enough. Croire nodded dutifully and zipped away, through the closet door and out to where Zero had been leaning against the wall, to deliver the message.

Of course, she didn't need to - Zero was a pretty good listener, after all. And there wasn't much else to do while he was waiting for some sign from inside the closet. The kid was ashamed, depressed, uncertain and scared of his new body. All pretty understandable things, in the wake of all that had happened. He knew he couldn't take that weight away from Hajime - just one of many things that were out of his control. But that didn't mean it was going to dissuade the reploid from trying to help however he could, one step at a time.

Slowly, the opened the door and wordlessly extended a hand out to Hajime. And while his expression was as stoic as it ever was, the soul he housed pulsed brightly with faith. It was a calm, steady spark that carried itself with steadfast conviction, despite its wounded aura. No matter what Hajime had said to him in the past, Zero still held onto his trust in his partner, his dream, and in humankind. And that meant the trust was extended to Hajime as well, no matter what his form.

He was just never that good with words, is all.]