[ he likes the positive tactile environment they're in now, and he ends up just leaning into the way blitzø's got an arm around him, eyes lidding like a pleased cat. a pleased frog? whatever, he's having a good time with this part. ]

Month's a long time for anybody, I think. [ a beat, then suddenly, wide-eyed, staring at him like he's had an epiphany: ] Okay, but what's to stop us from moving our homecomings along? A little grease here, a little hole punch or staple remover there, it's not like it can be that hard to get their ████ into order.