[ He feels Sven nudge against his arm and he instinctively lifts it, putting his arm around the reindeer’s neck and scratching at his fur absentmindedly. It’s a comfort that he’s always had, something that keeps him grounded even when he’s risking getting lost in his own thoughts.

Anna’s right. He knows she’s right. He’d never want her to force herself into situations that made her feel overwhelmed. He wrinkles his forehead, his eyes focused off camera, while he tries to take in everything she said, to really hear it and take it to heart.

There’s a faint smile on his lips when she calls them weird and he gives a small nod. They certainly never followed social rules at home, why would they here. ]

No. I guess I wouldn’t excuse it. Maybe I’m overthinking it all.

[ He rests his head against Sven, closing his eyes and giving a deep sigh. ]

I love you, Anna. I’m sorry if any of this hurt you.