Bowyetta was smiling brightly at Mr. Sir. “Is much being okay, Mr.
Sir,” she said. “We are always being here for you if you are needing!”

Beep nodded. “It’s a terrible thing that happened, but… Bowyetta’s
right. If you want, we’ll be happy to take you and Cat Slime in, even if
it’s just for a while.”

The inkblot sighed, looking at the floor for a moment. He gave his trenchcoat a hitch as he looked back up, smiling at them tearfully.

“…Th-thank you,” he finally managed, running over to hug the nearest misfit. “I th-think I m-might need that.”

And with that, he sunk his head into the girl’s shoulder, gently sobbing gratefully. Cat Slime moved over to nuzzle his owner reassuringly. Whatever was happening, it was going to be a process.