"I know." He shudders, stomach twisted up funny at the simple touch of Ginko's palm. It's a new experience, to be touched while he's like this. Usually, he's isolated, alone, trying to pull the shattered pieces of himself together just enough so that he can hide it all behind yet another mask. It's hard for him to say if he likes it or not. "I know, but I'd rather-"

Do a lot of things than tell her, honestly, but he doesn't get a chance to say that. Instead, Feathers coos louder and, using the full mass of his feathery body, begins to shove Joker closer towards Ginko. That sure snaps him out of it. "Oi, Feathers, what-"

No. No questions. Only group hug. That includes you, Ginko, because if those wings can hold feathery projectiles, they can hold you.