[ Husk will never sugarcoat anything in his life. Sugarcoating is for people too chickenshit to tell it to people straight, in his opinion. It doesn't make him many friends, but it does at least guarantee an honest response from him.

He pointedly and slowly claps his hands together.]

Yeah, it's permanent, you fuckin' dumbass, that's the fuckin' point. It's two idiots saying they wanna be idiots together for as long as they're breathing. Otherwise, it wouldn't be as big a deal as it is.

[He was absolutely about to argue her point, luckily, she did it for herself.]

Well. Now's the chance for you to learn how to have a better opinion of yourself. If you can't work that shit out for yourself, let someone who loves you do it for you- eventually, you might start to believe that they see in you.

[He shrugs, pulling out some cards to idly shuffle them because god forbid he not do some sort of displacement activity while he's talking about genuine feelings.]

Yeah... he's a good guy. And he obviously loves you. I dunno, if you've gotta settle down with some rube, it might as well be with one who thinks you actually matter. That shit's important.