[ Gorgug struggles in this spot that he's in, where he can't hide from what she's saying, and also the larger, real reason he's feeling bad. Why he's sad, why he cares about not doing much. He nods his head to what she's saying, since it's not a bad thing to help friends. It's not a bad thing to make a friend feel okay being who she is.

He rubs at his nose, using the little space there is between them to look down. ]

I just want to know my parents are gonna be okay, [ he admits softly. ] I don't know what to believe about what's going on, but I want them to be okay.

[ He blinks rapidly, and against a lump in his throat: ] I miss them.

[ Carefully, not wanting to knock Maria, he lifts an arm to rub at his eyes with a hand, and sniffs again. ]