[ Gorgug is so sappy in his own little Gorgug way.

But.. you know, maybe that's exactly what Fabian needs in this moment. To just be handled with kiddy gloves. Or, in this case, sappy Gorgug gloves. Something about Gorgug's words does soothe his heart a little, like the implication in them manages to reach him without Gorgug having to speak the exact words out loud.

He breathes in. Straightens up a little as he walks further into the house. ]

Just don't get too far ahead and start bragging about how confident you are, okay? [ His tone is light, playful. It's obvious Fabian is just making a joke, especially when he turns his head towards his friend to show him he's grinning. Sure, there may be some stuff swept under the rug here, but there's no doubt about it that Fabian really does feel better than the mess he had been at the hospital.

Speaking of the hospital - he's taking the carrier off his back once they reach the living room, carefully removing the fake baby from it and holding it in his hands. As soon as Gorgug may have dropped off his own stuff, Fabian looks over at his friend to ask: ]

Do you want to try holding him again?

[ Bro.

He trusts you. ]