Seth takes shaky breaths, though the question is a decent distraction, as well as something that reminds him of what usually helps him calm down a little, shakily standing up and going to pick up Abigail, the first doll he ever made, cluthing her to his chest as he sits down on the nearby sofa before signing a response. At least if he passed out or crashed he wouldn't do it on the floor this way.

"Because they're interesting. They can look however they want, have any kind of body shape, wear any kind of clothes, change hairstyles completely if needed...and they accept me, they're my friends."

Yep, you've got a delusional one Qus.