Duke's surrendered king is deposited back onto the board and Bunny wriggles himself down into his chair, slinging a leg over the arm of the chair and crossing his arms over his stomach.

"Ain't heard any negative feedback," he muses, pulling at the cuff of one of his sleeves until it covers the back of his knuckles. "Arlo then emotional support? Or you finding somebody to emotionally support your brother?"