"Yeah, I guess it does that, huh?" He hums thoughtfully, lips pulled into a slight line as he nods a bit. No matter how it starts, those two things seem to always end up hand-in-hand. He saw the pattern a lot in the 60s, with the people that he picked up along the way with the movement. It was sad, but they'd made something better of themselves, together. Even if he grew a little tired of the way things were at the commune, he isn't sure he would change it for anything. He really learned a lot about himself there, with all of those people.