"...Apologies for the accusation. It was more... the wording. That you or he should put a bullet through his head. I know suicide wasn't literally your goal." He briefly looks the other way. "As you can probably surmise, it's been a... difficult day. My words have already hurt enough people."

Crow's Shadow grabs the donut box, holding it in both hands as if it's a treasure chest. "But they're delicious. And I know you can be just as sweet if you—"

"No gay chicken," Crow says.

"But I wasn't—"

The corners of Crow's mouth turn up just a little. "Drake doesn't really have much of a choice. He also trusts Frog the most out of anyone. If Frog sees your presence as a necessity, then Drake will come around despite the bad blood between you."