[He plucks the honeysuckle off his shoulder and inspects it carefully, then tucks it behind his ear and pets Aster on the top of her head with two fingers.]
Good girl.
[And he doesn't respond to Marsh right away, but when he does, he turns and looks him in the eye, all dark and sharp and serious.]
[spam]
Good girl.
[And he doesn't respond to Marsh right away, but when he does, he turns and looks him in the eye, all dark and sharp and serious.]
It hurt you. To help me.