[Fiddleford looks from Marco's face to his wiggling hand. He should probably reassure Marco but when he opens his mouth what comes out isn't words but laughter. It's halting at first but more keeps bubbling up from somewhere deep inside him and after a few moments he stops trying to hold it back. It feels good to honestly laugh after how awful he's felt.]
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Oh, Marco, I'm sorry -- I'm not makin' fun, honest, it's just...
[He wiggles his own hand and bursts out in a fresh fit of chuckles.]