The offer is considered for maybe a beat too long before Bunny shakes his head, dismisses the entire thing for a wash. Not worth it. More of a mess to disassemble and reassemble and he doesn't have the concentration to muddle out whether or not it'd even work out neat if he started.

"Yeah?" There's a delighted sort of edge to it, his head tipping. "You lookin' to emotionally support anybody?" He snorts, tilts his head back in the other direction. "Blanche'd tell em all off. Not therapeutic."