"stuffs? What kind of stuffs?" He asked, feeling already uncomfortable. "What- travel around the world or something?" His voice become bitter and sharp, although he didn't mean to attack Marcus. He forced himself to be quiet, not to cry, and breath slowly. "I don't... Think I can afford that... Have to think of the baby." He forced a smile and then inhaled, exhausted. "It's... It's nice of you to try and help me out... But I don't need unnecessary encodings... I... I feel sick all the time and I don't wanna disturbing you..." He leaned backwards, putting a gentle hand on his aching stomach. "You can go to do anything you want... I won't keep you here if you don't want that."