"Here, I guess? I dunno, I mean, I don't have a backpack for it if it's big but also, like, you usually walk me back anyway, so..."

Then Clay will take a container out of his backpack! It's reasonably sized, with holes drilled in the lid, and inside is some sawdust. He rubs his hands together while he speaks, and doesn't look Tommy in the eye. "I, uh, I don't really know what spiders like? And we don't have, like, leaves here or anything. But I thought it'd probably be better for them to at least have somewhere to be where they don't have to, like, worry about bigger mals and stuff? I made it pretty fancy, with, like, the sawdust and everything, but the basics were pretty easy. I dunno if there's, like, a reason you hadn't already made it and nobody else made it for you--oh, and another thing--" A chunky wooden cross, threaded onto a bit of string. "'Cause you're, like, religious and all that, I figured you probably just didn't bring one 'cause of the weight limit so I made you one."

"Wow, Clay, this is--I mean, wow."

Bounce bounce. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah, it's--thanks, man. Merry Christmas, mate."

"Merry Christmas."

"I-- Can I please talk to Toby? Just today? It's-- it's my first Christmas without him since we were kids. Please, man."

"If you keep out of trouble, you can have Easter together, okay? Maybe even before then, if you're really good."

"Yeah, but... It's Christmas."

"And I'm here! I'm your friend, too, right?"

"...Yeah. Yeah."