He blushes, glancing down at his still-bleeding knee before shuffling to hide it behind the lower half of his makeshift tunic. "I would appreciate it very much," he mumbles, still hating how squeaky his voice sounds. He really dislikes how small and pitiful he looks right now.

"That's what I was trying to do, before the stupid officer started chasing me," he pouts, unable to resist the urge. God, that was a frightening thought. That he might be reverting to his eight year old self fully.