"Okay, let's go." Woody shrugs, walking ahead of me. My eyes widen further and I run in front of him, placing a hand on his chest.
"Steady on, Cowboy." I say, wondering why his response is so laid back and calm. I frown at him and he looks back at me blankly, not understanding the issue.
"Why are we keeping them waiting?" Woody asks slowly.
"We're about to meet my conscious parents. They aren't dead anymore." I tell him clearly. Woody looks at me funnily before reaching up and pointing a finger at the scar on my head.
"Is your behaviour a side effect of the head injury?"
I groan and slap his chest lightly.
"Woody! Take this seriously!" I whine like a toddler. Woody grins and grabs my hands before lifting it up and biting it. I stare at him, unamused -
"Calm down, Melvin." Woody says firmly. He takes my hand and intertwines our fingers instead.