Paul pats him.

Don't worry about it. Perhaps part of my change is that I need to learn to push all of you a little less and care a little more. The way I did back when it was all fresh and new for me. The worthless people in this city, with their taunts and hatred, they can go hang. But you guys, you're the ones who are there for me. And I'm going to start being there for you. You will know when it is time, and I will trust you to know it.



Is there anything you want? Perhaps something I can do to get back some of the happiness you have lost? A way to carry you that's a tad less fragrant, maybe?