"Yeah, I do." It certainly can't be comfortable, the way he rests his face against his arm as he stretches it out to Ginko, but this is what he's committed to. At least it reveals more of his face, brows drawn together tightly and his eyes brighter than usual- perhaps with that quietly burning sincerity that Ginko by now knows is a lot less common in Joker's expressions than he usually lets people see. "'Cuz yer important. And good. And ya stuck around."

Stuck around when a lot of people wouldn't, even at the small amount of things that Joker confessed, and Joker would never have blamed anyone even if it hurt. But Ginko's stayed.

Right after that, however, his face screws up in distaste. "Ah.... Fuck. Ginko. Fuck. S'just remembered somethin'."