"If you were unhappy, he'd smash everything to make it go away." That simple. He'd done some horrific things for Betty. Wanted to do more.

He kept rocking on his feet, just a small back and forth motion as he set out plates and bowls. The touch made him jump slightly, but then he looked back with a soft smile. "Of course. I have few enough friends that I won't throw one away because they care for me."