They can sort it out. They've sorted things out before. It still feels comfortable enough to swing up his legs, settling more comfortably into sitting in his friend's space.

"It's just what they're meant to do. Like-- even if you've actually done something really bad, and they're completely cross with you, but then-- dunno, you fall and break your arm, right? They'll still be cross but they just-- they've got to take you to get your arm fixed. It's their job."