He cackles, turning around quickly and placing his hands on his shoulders, trying to push him down.

He knows that he has to earn trust again. He knows that he has to earn his place back where they were. And yet - everything already feels a bit lighter. A bit easier. There's still hurt, but it doesn't have to always be so hard.

"Are you prepared to argue the point?" he wonders. "Because you don't have a leg to stand on."