[That sound nearly kills him. It just about spears his heart right through his chest and makes him ache. How broken do you have to be when all those jagged edges of yours can't even let you touch another? The Psiioniic just holds on tighter and presses their heads together. Gently, their horns bump.]

Quiet, now, quiet. It'sth alright if you heart me now and then, you'll get uthed to it. Thooner or later. Everything will be okay. [Say it often enough. Might come true.] I'll thow you, I'll teach you. Quiet now, love.

[They can actually get this far and mean that little nickname honestly. How things change.]

We won't do it in here. Alright?