...Mm. Whatever you want to do, T. No one's gonna force you one way or another.

[Especially not him, even if his baking is terrible- even if the stupid elf demands that he bake a million of them. He'd never want to intentionally cause Teddy that kind of pain.

He tightens his grip for a moment longer, then draws back, nudging his head against Teddy's to urge him up, pressing their foreheads together.]

Hey... I'm proud of you, too. You're so strong, Teddy... and I'm not going anywhere, okay? I'll be right here.