Cecil considers this, not knowing what it might mean that Levi had gone to sleep normal and woken up months (or years?) out of sync with the person he'd been the day before. Nothing good, probably. But he doesn't have much time to think about it before he's tensing and frowning earnestly at the other boy. "Nobody is going to put you in a nuthouse. You're fine. There's just something...odd going on. Just another week at Gooseberry." Unable to help himself, feeling protective and wanting to reassure Levi, he takes his hands again, "Okay?"

This leaves him entirely unable to push his not-quite-boyfriend, though. "Later's....fine. After lunch is fine," he adds, slowly letting go of his hands and looking a little uncomfortable. "Uric is ours. Mostly yours. The kitten, I mean. But, yeah, I've still got the bees."