[ jayce gives a little strained hah, yeah. he knows. ]

One of hundreds. That'll surely set the lowest percentile right.

[ basically he's saying is "this will right absolutely 0%". with a genuine, syrupy drop in his voice, jayce puts a tentative hand on arcade's shoulder. he squeezes, once he's there, tactile and affectionate. ]

I'm sorry. And I appreciate you, I . . . Would hate to lose that to being hungry.