There. A breath Joker hadn't even realized he'd been holding exits out of him, followed by the tension that had been in his shoulders. This probably won't solve everything; no amount of words solved what happened at the Prince's ball. Still, this is the most they can do, for now... and sometimes, that's enough.

That's the kind of things you have to strive to keep on living for, honestly. Even in all the hurt, little things keep people afloat.

"Just trust us," he says, his hand smoothing out over the wild vine of an arm, nudging past the various thorns that have grown there. "Rely on us. Peridot hasn't left ya, and neither have I. So let's stay, alright? We- "