A deep breath exits through Otto's nose at all that. He doesn't mind his arm being clung to like that, so he won't pull it back in the slightest, but those words... He wishes he knew more about these things. No, he wishes he knew what he could say that would put things into perspective for Norman. Surely, there must be some sort of solid advice that would bring this conversation to a proper close.

... No. He's got nothing. He can only reach for- and claw at- half-measures.

"Because it takes time, Norman. If it were easy to change- if you could do it like the flick of a switch, wouldn't that be insulting? Why wouldn't you have already done that back home, then?"