[He stumbles like he will, indeed, fall over, but thankfully catches himself. He isn't bothered by the gesture, at least not based off of the way he bursts into warm, raucous laughter.]

I get it. But something this precious, I'll keep tucked away or on me. No one else is gonna make off with it! Unless Daschie really decides to cause problems!

[There's another bright titter of laughter. For once, he both sounds and feels hopeful. Like there's actually something to look forward to. He's missed the feeling of normalcy.]