Casper leans into him, so hopefully he’s doing something right. He shifts a little to be hugging him slightly more comfortably instead of just, awkwardly clinging.

“I can’t imagine hating you, at this point… I mean, I understand the feeling! No one else would put up with me this long without—like, Cucumber-bro would have hit me with his fan and insulted me about something by now, and my king would have told me to shut up and if I didn’t maybe have knocked me into a wall, which is like, it’s fine, I know I’m very annoying! But you just keep putting up with it! And you’re—so nice and… I didn’t know like, it was… possible? For someone to be this nice to me? And not like… mostly I get contempt because I’m a pathetic cowardly rat, and it’s fine, like I’m used to it, and it’s not like I want to stand between Liu-shidi and a monster, but… you haven’t… you talk like you want to stand between me and danger but not like it’s a bad thing and… and I think you smell nice and nobody should hurt you and both daydreaming and looking at ghosts are reasonable activities and… I don’t know what my point is I’m just saying things please tell me to shut up.”