Honestly Whisler was surprised when Amesite took his hands again, and a feeling of calm spread through him at the touch. Maybe…maybe he wasn’t lying. Maybe this wouldn’t turn into another debacle like the last time he did a dance with a Negaverse Agent…

Maybe they would even find a way to bring him back…

He squeezed Amesite’s hands and just nodded, trying to keep all of the emotions he was feeling locked up, though he was sure his face was clearly able to be read, so of course the only thing to do was place his head back into the crook of Amesite’s neck, where it fit so snugly and just mutter. “Thank you.”

Whisler couldn’t manage anything else right now…and he wasn’t sure that he wanted to. Amesite made him feel safe…and might even have a path home. Maybe. He didn’t have much hope on that, but what did he know? Perhaps there was a way to break transcendence after all…maybe.