The touch was a simple comfort, but Rabbit was far more willing to ignore the source of his mild insecurity and pretend that all was fine. Because honestly, it was, right? A little stutter had never held him back before, not even during his long standing career as a professional entertainer.
So why focus and fret and worry now, a hundred and sixteen years later?
The wide grin came all too quickly, sadness shoved down and optics focused right on Helen. His copper faceplates curved and his eyes glowed. All would be fine. "Never have an' never will be!" A beat. "That's Th'S-Spine's job." And best to change that particular subject or the conversation would go sour quickly.
"So, whatcha' g-got planned th' rest o' th' day, Helen?"