"Oh, honey."

Sally's tone is sad, but gentle. She reaches out, catching bits of yellow fabric in her fingers. Unabashedly unafraid. How could she be afraid of her baby? He's just scared. They can work through it. It's going to be alright.

"You were yourself," she tells him. "And I love you for being who you are. You're sweet and you make me laugh. You take good care of Gwen and you're always thinking about her. I love all of your questions. You make me rethink parts of the world I took for granted. You're always trying to learn. You're so charmingly obvious about what you're feeling, even though you try so hard not to be! You're trying every day to be a better person than the day you were before. And you're just... fun to be around. I love everything about you, Yellow. And if you want family, if you'd like a mum, to look after you and support you and help you learn and help you pick a name, then I'll be all those things for you and more. No questions asked. I'd be honored, even. I can't think of a better big brother for Gwen."