"i'm not um, real good at thank yous. or sorrys. but i owe you one."
" it's okay, chicky. you don't haves to be good ats them. "
his listens with understanding in his eyes and a sweet smile, a gentle voice. he pulls chick into a hug, squeezing him a little in his arms for reassurance.Β
" β you are very good at beings my friend, and that is what matters to me. you do not owe me anything. "










