Fenris lack of desire to assist him hardly registered with Richie. He heard the other speaking, but his attention was flighty at best. Vaguely he was aware that the other was speaking, that it pertained to him, and yes he did understand the words, they simply weren't registering. At least, they weren't registering at first. As Fenris drew closer to Killian, the words he offered cut through the noise bouncing around in his head. With a more focused gaze, he briefly settled that gaze on the other patient.
The other's words, in regards to his ability to find his own way, quickly had his gaze slipping down to the floor. Richard shied away from those words, and nearly flinched at the touch. 'Shouldn't you be able to find your room on your own?', indeed he had a room. Of course he should be able to find it. '... it can't be that hard can it?', came the follow up, and similarly it stuck rather pointedly in his mind.
"I... can find my room on my own", he offers very softly, though there was a slight lift in his tone near the end, perhaps suggesting that he wasn't so sure about the statement. In truth, Richie was, in that moment, certain that he could do such a thing, but he wasn't as sure that his answer would be sufficient to please the one asking. He might have fidgeted, if one of his hands wasn't still keeping its hold on Killian's. It actually was for the best that Fenris had continued talking, though most might not have guessed it was so. The shift in topic from him slowly brought Richie out of, what had been, an increasingly distressing emotional state. Then as the other patient actually answered his question of ghost, he looked up again.
Oh and how he was believing the other's words completely. Eyes widening, Richie was just about to 'suggest' a course of action. After all, clearly there was something they had to do to get out of this strange haunted place, or there had to be some way that they could defend themselves from the ghosts. Then Killian interjected, and Richie wasn't quite sure what to think. There couldn't be ghosts and not be ghosts at the same time. It was likely a bit of a stroke of luck, that, despite the fact that the day had run its length since the last time he'd taken his meds, his mind didn't decide to offer its own opinion as a hallucination or the voices.
Another matter quickly had him distracted, and the matter of ghosts was allowed to slip away, at least it was for now. In honesty, asking him about himself wasn't likely to get Killian anywhere. He would likely get a mix of accurate and inaccurate answer, a fair number of which would come after a pause, as Richie tried to piece things together. So long as nothing happened to cause a ruckus, Richie would continue along to the dormitories, occasionally trying to pull away and go the wrong way, but fortunately being encouraged back to rights by the hand that captured his own.
(Sounds good to me, if it sounds good to Fen. )