I reach up tentatively and brush his cheek. "I said I wouldn't make you. But, I do like...I like holding you, when I can. And, if you want to go, I can hold Koopa instead, though you're better." The past couple of weeks have taught me a lot about him and myself. I know he won't leave me. I know I won't push him away. I smile. "I'm happy," I tell them all.