Yes, but now he's your idiot, Psiioniic. You're stuck with him.

Dualscar grumbles under his breath, but he doesn't pull his fin away. Quite the opposite: he fans it out under the Psiioniic's fingers, curling it towards the gentle touches.

Sonica takes another sip of water, a slightly longer one this time, and it makes her cough. She winces and presses back against the Psiioniic, away from Dualscar with her eyes screwed shut, and it occurs to Dualscar that she expects him to hit her. The muscles in his face tense a little, then relax entirely, and he pulls away, trying to untangle his fin and hand the cup to the Psiioniic.

"Here. She'll be more comfortable if I'm not here. I'll be in the library."