The boy rubbed the back of his neck, briefly looking preemptively tired, a hint of a wounded, mildly annoyed look on his face. "Sigh. Heeeere we go again," he said, before breathing deep. "People could at least comment on the flowers first before the questions and the eye rolling starts. I mean, it's not too hard, is it?" he said, almost in a pouty, childish whimper. "I got feelings too, you know..."

Having done his little monologue, he took in another deep, deep breath, and looked up at Niko. "Yes. All this... belongs and is taken care of by just me. And," he blinked slowly "Right now? Just about right now, you probably got an idea in the back of your head. You're going to be pushing it down, fighting it because it sounds silly and stupid... but just so you know, that thing your gut is telling you to suspect? It's spot on."