Just go ahead and admit you're an idiot, why don't you!?

[ He knows what the saying is supposed to be, you handful of an idol. His eye twitches, his hands briefly grip her coat a little too tightly. She's a handful, a pain, a wicked woman...

...how else can this feeling in his chest—nay, his spirit core even—that makes him want to just... dematerialize on the spot and refuse to come back out. ]

Seriously... thinking I had left you...

[ ...fuck it, he suddenly hoists his Master up onto her shoulder like a sack of potatoes as he usually does when it comes to carrying her around, and starts to walk back towards the stairs. ]

You really are an idiot...