The Psiioniic looks up at him, a small, horribly open smile gracing his lips. He doesn't even consider how he looks, because he's just. Happy, but he's can't place that warm, fuzzy feeling as happiness quite yet. It's been so long since he's felt anything close to it.

"It doeth, but you don't want to look thilly, do you?" His hands hang awkwardly at his sides now, and he pulls his sleeves down over them. He's not sure what to do anymore. "I got them all out for you, though, tho you'll be fine."