Gamzee slides in next to the smaller boy on the window ledge, shaking his head with a little smile.

"I ain't so good with animals, though, not like you," he admits, and then almost shyly, in a way he wasn't when under the influence of the potion, nor when there had been no admissions between them, he slides his arm around Tavros's shoulders, leaning in to him a little. As always, he likes the way the smaller boy fits there, but it seems different now. More charged. Yet still warm and fond and comforting.

"But whatever you need for this little bro, I'll be getting it," he declares after a moment.