Uh. Let's not forget, I went for a stroll with you and gave you free booze, before you set my sister's flowers on fire.

[ It's maybe weird that he just called Ilde his sister, but she basically is now, isn't she? May as well roll with it. ]

Pretty much. I mean, and the crushing guilt when you do something messed up. And the elation when you love someone or feel loved. And the whole rest of that spectrum. [ He's explaining in a ramble, as Petre touches him, reaching a hand up to feel the back of his palm. ] Damn, portable space heater. How's summer for you?