Tavros leaned his head forward against Gamzee's shoulder briefly, huffing and wrapping his arms loosely around the other's waist. "Maybe we can figure out what to do about your meds while we're out. That way you don't have to worry about whatever else is going on in your pan." He was starting to hope that this side of Gamzee would only occupy the forefront of his mind for a little while, but the longer he talked and the stronger Tavros realized he was, he was starting to doubt that he would see the gentler side again. And that frightened him almost as much than the possibility of Gamzee getting taken away entirely. He was still angry, but he also realized that there was no good in getting mad at any of this when so far, Gamzee had behaved himself.

When they headed out into the dim cloudy evening, Tavros almost had to make himself hold Gamzee's hand, keep a sharp eye out for anyone that Gamzee might set his sights on. The sooner they were able to find a way to get Gamzee back on the medication he needed, the less they would have to worry about everything else that would come with a complete mental break.