He snorts at her commentary, Kamala really is one of a kind. Seeing her eyes in someone else's face is disturbing enough, but he's almost getting used to the weirdness. Until that comes out of her mouth. At first, he thinks he somehow fucked up before he realizes what she means. It's like how he can hear Maria when things get hard and he swallows dryly a moment, all evidence of mirth gone from his face.

"You know, he's... he's always with you, right?" Jesus, why did she have to cry? He clears his throat, trying not to fall into that trap again even as his own gaze turns misty. "And he's- he'd be really proud of you, sweetheart."