My brother was here, for a while. Went around trying to find me friends who could...

[what was the phrase]

'Ignore my general Marsh-ness.'

[He's got the look on his face that means he's fighting to keep from laughing, and the fond aggravated amusement of it is blurred all through his bright happiness and default pain. He squeezes C'Rizz's hand as they sit beside each other.]

That brat. You, though. You just needed the conviction of your kindness, really.