[He knows how Michael feels about squid stuff. But that makes it all the more important to say right now. If it thaws Michael's heart, then Vyng will do whatever it takes. Even if his friend is kicking and screaming. And even if some of his coat gets hacked off by a well-timed axe swipe.

He stumbled back. But, stubbornly, he keeps at it:]

I'm the luckiest motherfucker. You know why? Because you've got it all, Michael! The dapper-dad style. The way you patiently listen whenever I'm feeling like absolute shit. And your uh-mazing dance moves? You're just, just...so you, you know? You're so chill and fun and cool to be around.

[He's gonna say it again—]

I love you!