He hums in slow acknowledgement, realizing just beginning to dawn on him. His eyes follow Seth's gesture, staring the puppet down. The puppet and the puppet's dead eyes. What can they possibly look over when they look like that? Her??

"You're going to give a doll your bed? You're going to die if you don't sleep." He doesn't even realize he's echoing the things Seth had already signed to himself through the puppet. He just needs to say them because uhhh what the actual fuck.