[He both completely misses the woodenness and feels it himself. It's good. It's nice. But it's not good. It's starting to creep up out of the bottom of his pan that there's just something... dead. Cold. Fakey fake.

He ignores it because it still feels good. Just not good. And just good is good enough, isn't it?]

Being up the best sis and bro what ever there was being.