"I had payday loans, too," Blythe stage-whispers, wrinkling his nose at this terrible financial confession. "I'd've wiped you out trying to keep me afloat if we met back when money was real." He squeezes Niko's hands and hopes this feeling in his chest is affection and not the early warning signs of a heart attack. "But that just means now I get to spoil YOU, and I've got enough embroidery floss and beeswax to keep me busy for weeks."