"Cute." Hartley had no idea what to really make of this, but it was James. Not the first time he'd pulled out the puppet. He reached out to pet the puppet's head, just as he'd first petted James, smiling at it. Felt odd, given James couldn't even see him, but whatever. He had to roll with the eccentricity, he had learned that lesson a long time ago. It was just part of being friends with James. "I know. I want to be your friend too. You don't have to tell me. Don't be sad."