That did make him smile, and he held out his little finger, climbing up onto the couch with her, squishing her just a little to make her squeak. "M'sorry." He didn't like feeling so weak and scared, either, but he couldn't help it. "I just wanted to talk to Uzza, because, I mean, I hate you still being nice to him, but I'm not stupid enough to think I could stop you, and I'm probably misjudging him to a degree. I just can't shake the shitty feeling." He ran rough fingers over his eyes, trying to get them to stop leaking.