_{[ Easy for you to say, Jirou, you're her kid! This was his idol! An icon! He never really dreamed he could be standing here, like this, literal feet from her and having her son draping himself on him. Which he didn't actually mind, Yogi was a tactile person too. It was oddly comforting in its way. He gulped and looked at Hirata again. ]}

I would be very honored, thank you very much!