There is nowhere for this feeling to go. So he lets himself feel it, the gray concrete hollowness of it. He knows he's going to go on feeling it for a long time after this moment.

"He left behind his cat. I think it's meant for K but he can't have pets until he's contracted with someone--can I keep it?" He knows he doesn't really need to ask Drake's permission, but part of him is so raw that he needs the confirmation that it's okay.