Before he could stop himself, Key found himself blurting out more words. "Would you like to meet him? I'm sure the two of you could become friends too. I mean, since you sounded a bit sad..." He looked away, cheeks reddening to a deep strawberry shade, nearly matching the pattern on his bag. He pulled a hand through his hair, too embarrassed to look Priscilla in the eyes. "I don't mean right away or anything but if you'd like. My friends can be your friends. I want you to have things like that, even if you say I've already done so much. I really haven't, have I?" It was a strange thought to come to but Priscilla meant the world to him right now and he wanted her to have the world in return.