[... He's trying really hard not to cry. He rubs at his face again and sniffs, before deciding that it just doesn't matter. He's not hiding anything like this.]

... Thanks. I... okay. Sounds good to me.

[He manages a small smile, and then pulls a Pokeball out of his pocket. He has to check with someone else before he makes a final decision. He makes sure there's no other Pokemon that are going to get squished, and then releases Regal from the ball. The Braviary looks around and squawks happily.]

We're gonna live here, at least for a while. That okay with you?

[Regal tilts his head, looks around, and then squawks again.]

Well, if it's okay with him, then that's that.

[His smile is a little bigger now. A home. A place he can belong. It's... simple, but he's really glad that there's at least somewhere.]