"You're not a curse." If Harvestman were anyone else, that would have come out with a lot more venom and profanity, but his tone remains patient and firm. "People aren't curses. I grew up in the 17th century and even I think that's bullshit."

He mostly says it to try and coax anything out of Harvestman that isn't that dead-eyed look, but it's hard to back it up with a smile. He just gives Harvestman's hand a squeeze.

"Want to head home?"