It feels just as nice as when Bobo strokes his hair when he's a human and he leans into it, snuffling a little when they start to talk about feelings. Worse, when Bobo gets right to the point. He nods, as much as he can with a muzzled face.

That's not all he told him, though. It would be so easy if that's all he said, but telling Faraday that he died had just been the start. He whines, plaintive and pained, because it hadn't been a good idea, but he'd done it.

He blames the fever, is what he does.