Locus watches those flowers form into being, lending Taylor a golden glow around his head, and the image is so terribly fitting that he can't help a little chuckle. His eyes crease at the corners as he feels some vague sense of satisfaction before nodding once.

"Much better."

Equals. Friends. Another knot untangles itself and, after that prompting from Taylor, Locus attempts instead to lean him backwards instead.

Taylor might not be able to hold him up, but Locus? Has this part.