Up in Buddy’s room, Primus is making it as comfortable as he possibly can, Slop already heading downstairs to get supplies. Your tent type has his weapons and riot shield just in case, ready for anything- Buddy’s health is his top priority right now, and he refuses to let it down. Buddy seems barely lucid, weakly pawing at its plushes and blankets. Primus takes its hand carefully, getting a limp squeeze in return- everything is going to be alright, he promises. They’re going to get out of this a-okay, and everyone’s going to be one big family.
If Buddy could smile, it would have, saying that that’s what it’s been saying this whole time, even to the enemy. Primus hesitates then, asking if it really thinks such a thing is possible…he means, just look at what they did to it, all those wounds and all this hurt. No, Buddy says, even they get to be family, if they want to be…and they’re willing to put in the work.
Primus isn’t so sure about that, but asserts that if that’s what Buddy wants, he’ll do his best to keep to that.