He makes a sentimental noise. "It's meant for all the people here...but, _{I do like calling it mine.}" Wing can't really deny that, he's enjoyed managing this place more than he expected. His work with the Law Committee is likely more beneficial overall, but it's nice to see some pleasantness among the patrons, little bits of happiness in this place. That's his biggest reward.

Wing wraps his arms around the smaller bot, pressing his face to the blue helm (minding the spike of course). Wing can think of ways it could get worse, but not right now. This is too nice. "We'll get through it. And not alone."