[ Vaughn is so freakin' sweet, he can't take it, he's going to get a cavity. He has the best BFF in the world, his BFF could kick everyone else's BFFs' asses in a niceness contest. He's still not a hundred percent confident, but it's nice to hear Vaughn be. Sort of ironic, since before he was always the one faking big confidence while Vaughn cowered. Oh, how the turntables. ]

Ha. Yeah. [ He lets out something in between a sigh and a laugh, raising his eyebrows. ] I didn't want to say anything, but I was definitely figuring out who would get custody of you if I died. [ Who is his God-best-friend? There needs to be a line of succession in case anything happens to him. He gets himself into a lot of tight spots. ] Kidding. Mostly. I mean, I really did think I was a goner for a while. Not that "turned into an actual zombie" is the most boring thing to have on your tombstone, but. I'm hoping for something more like "snuggled to death by kittens" or "buried alive under a money avalanche."