[He's going to literally die. Fugo is so sleepy, and so confused in his sleepiness. All of his thoughts are coming slow, and he's all soft around the edges.]

[With eternal, fond patience, he brushes Fugo's hair back again. He is happy to keep doing this for several more hours.]

I think a whole musical on the subject of governmental corruption would be interesting, personally, but my tastes are abnormal.

[He wants so badly to tell Fugo smugly that he's being cute. But . . . he resists. For now.]

There should be a number about incompetence, though.