[ he's a baby. this is a baby. lu bixing smiles at him, reaching up to very gently knock his knuckle against the star. there's a twinkle in bixing's remaining eye that's very warm and, well. proud. ]

Don't thank me too much - you're the one who earned it. I just call them like I see them, okay? [ his job on this week of insecurity is to very gently prop up every sad little duckling in hell. it is his duty as the master of metaphorical chicken soup for the soul.] Thank you for being there for us every week, even when it's hard. I'm proud of you.