Wolfgang still looks tired and sad but when he smiles, it's without that sick anger he had before and with the relief of understanding. "Yeah." His gaze moves towards the door, but... no, he won't go back in. He'll learn better than to try again someday. "I feel... bad, they have a right to their gods here, but... it's hard."

Feeling alone in the multiverse. Maybe this is how people felt thousands of years ago when monotheism was some weird new concept.

"No, ah -- it's fine. I just..." He gestures with his right hand, awkwardly -- he's just restless, wants something to do with them, and smoking is something to occupy the hands and mouth with. Something to hide behind.