At least he's gotten good at hiding his emotions. He's so...volatile, so unstable, that he himself can't even fathom just how deep this fear and self-loathing runs.

And with the way Kurloz looks at him, he can push it aside and pretend that everything is okay, because...for the first time it feels like it will be, even if he is a failure.

He huffs a breathy laugh, flicking Kurloz's nose. "I don't want anything. I don't need any gemth or jewelth." He smiles, scooting even closer. He's practically laying on top of Kurloz, but...The cool solidity of his body is more comfortable than his rest platform ever could be. "All I need ith you. Your diamond ith everything I could ever need in a plathe like thith."