Yeah. Saying words out loud is hard. Especially when they're feeling words and they come out all jumbled and stupid sounding. Eddy doesn't shrink away from the pressure on his shoulder. Some things don't need words. He keeps his movements careful now not to abruptly jostle Chanel.

"Less it's anything like its namesake." He scoops up the small field mouse he constantly complains about, yet is rarely seen without, holding her in his palm for Chanel's consideration. Mickey chitters a little with indignation. "Then we're in real trouble."