[They force themself to listen patiently, as much as they want to interrupt. They're happy to hear him venture his thoughts over to that dear friend of his again, and it tempers their anxious tongue enough that they can relax into a soft smile. There aren't a lot of things they know, for all the knowledge granted to them through memories, but they're confident in thinking that he can be a real child, even though he's grown up, by the metric they'd given. He's loved now. Maybe it wasn't always those words, but he was so loved. Much more than he could know. Mili strokes through the bit they'd already fixed and fights the urge to kiss the top of his head.]

That's silly. Telling a secret is telling a secret, even if someone already knows. [And some of it was put away in boxes. There were the boxes they weren't allowed to open, of course, but also a few that just held clutter so they wouldn't get too heavy and confused under the weight of all they'd learned.] Like -- hmmm... [They hum while they locate another knot and think.] I visit a friend my family doesn't know about. I like him a lot, even if he isn't always fun. He makes my heart thankful.