One particularly hefty thump attracts his attention, and has him padding back upstairs to check on him. He stops in the doorway, staring at him and his small mess of objects, and smiles a little indulgently.

It's been a long time since he's been in any sort of biologically peculiar situation. He's forgotten, how differently some people take to it.

"We don't gain anything from delaying at this point, except to make it harder to control."

Offering him his hand, from the doorway, using every ounce of self-control he has to keep himself steady these last few minutes.

"Now."