Hardison goes ahead and makes a little mental note to self. Nothing too fancy, nothing super elaborate, just sort of his own elective decision to help contribute to fixing that 'not something I'm used to' status, if he can.

"I feel you."

He's only been here for a couple of days and it's the most messed up thing he's ever had to deal with. Even if it doesn't come out to a ton of help at the end of the day, he doesn't really see a road that doesn't end in him trying. Everyone should at least have someone willing to try. Which is a fancy way to narrate that this man has basically imprinted, but nonetheless.

And frankly, even putting all that aside, a movie buddy never hurts.

"For real?" Color him fascinated. Maybe morbidly so, but fascinated. "Like it was still the nineties back home, or that's just how you guys roll?"