It's probably an odd thing to be relieved upon hearing something like that, but it's so similar to what he's thought about so often since he got here that Chuck can't quite help it. Few people he's met have seemed to understand that at all. Having it come from a stranger, someone he's only just met, is strange but not unwelcomely so. At least someone gets it. For that matter, at least he doesn't have to try to explain the sensation, something he knows he isn't good at, not used to having to articulate himself in that way.

"Yeah, that's pretty much it exactly," he admits. From the time he was a child, he knew what he was going to do with his life, and for years, he dedicated himself to that. The loss of that has been difficult to grapple with, to say the least. "And hey, whatever works, right? Least it's something."