I mean- we can understand him? Kind of. It's hard to explain.

[Look, he never knew that understanding what animals were saying was a weird thing before he came to Deerington. ]

I mean, that's definitely what made me worse. Stuff eating at me without an outlet. I didn't want to make the people I care about worry about me, so I just...kept stuff inside and that turns out to be a bad idea when you have a lot of stuff happening all at once.

[That said, he knows his mental health isn't the best regardless. It just made the cracks wider until they broke.]

Uh uh, he's a pretty good lab assistant. And he makes a mean hot cocoa.

[Yup. Just hot cocoa made by a raccoon. Nothing weird there. At Lance's question, he sucks in a breath, looking skywards for a moment.]

Better. I think. I'm not all-the-way there yet, but I don't feel like I've got a massive weight on me anymore. Baby steps you know?