[he's lost his appetite for now so he caps the box for later, finding comfort in Marco resting on him. He lets out a soft laughing breath at the gratitude]
It's nothing. Just doing what I can. [he nudged Marco's chin with his head] Sing me a song, pretty bird.
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It's nothing. Just doing what I can. [he nudged Marco's chin with his head] Sing me a song, pretty bird.