Just for a second, he pulls back, the words I'm not your Morgana! dancing on the tip of his tongue. Then—he jumps in, making himself comfortable. Life's too short to be standoffish, it turns out, and besides that, hope has filled him up from the points of his ears to the tip of his tail.

He leans up on Joker's shoulder, the way he used to. For a moment, despite everything, he feels harrowingly lonely. "You know, Frog never asked me to get in his bag. I mean, not that I would have said yes. That's probably why he didn't. I was surprised he even had a bag."