[He startles a little when she shifts, realizing that it must be a weird angle and giving her an apologetic grimace. He shakes his head, just briefly, but it's a sharp enough gesture that his curls bounce.] No, definitely-- it's her story to tell. She's been through a lot, I really admire her energy.

[And then he-- tries. To not laugh, but he snorts and then barks, dissolving into brief peals of boyish laughter directed at his knees.] Ohh..., oh, Kotone, bless your patience. He's good with knives, definitely. [He leans sideways a little, bumping into her shoulder.] ...thank you, for being around him. He's fucking awful about letting people befriend him.