I don't get enough allowance to buy that many cookies... And yeah.

[That's as good as an agreement. Ian perks up when VP starts to wake. He reaches over with both hands, to rub the dog's face as it makes a low whimpering noise.]

... Dumb dog.

[Ian mutters this, but he rubs his forehead against VP's, trying not to tear up from happiness and relief.]

You already lost a leg. Can't lose the rest of you.