[ Kevin's been thinking about unicorns. He's never seen one, but there was definitely that time they talked to a werewolf about what the spirit of Unicorn was and she sounded really cool.

Also, dead.

Shit, fuck, this got sad and he's going to stop thinking about all the cool things that are dead or probably dead. He's gonna be a good and supportive friend out here in the woods telling secrets to magic horses. ]

One hundred percent, dude.

[ Kevin accepts the proposed pact with great seriousness and a somewhat-forced smile. ]

Also like, if we can also fit in there a whole PS about not worrying about me that would probably be good.

[ He rubs the back of his neck, glancing off through the trees. Kevin's been turning over what he might say in his head, again and again, and anything that feels real also feels like something horrible he doesn't want another person to see.

Not because he's ashamed. Well, maybe a little ashamed, but the big point of worry here is that he doesn't want anyone to feel like they should do anything for him.

That would be weird and selfish and awful. ]

Cause like, I promise you I'm good? Or at least I'm a kind of not good that I'm super used to and I can keep being that way forever probably and it won't be anybody's problem.