"Alright, alright. I just don't want you feeling like it's bad to express yourself. We're more worried about you being silent than we are about what you might say to us." The effort to get Viral to open up wasn't just to try and make him uncomfortable, in fact that wasn't it at all. In part the difficulty of helping the Beastman was that he simply did not share anything on his mind, not usually. Because of that Yumi wasn't too sure what she should be saying or trying to talk her friend through, and likewise Vegeta wasn't wholly clear what he ought to be working towards. Giving Viral's paw a gentle patting she offered one last reassurance before continuing on towards the kitchen. Behind her she heard her friend speak up, glancing over her shoulder at him curiously. "If it's any condolences... I can stop your attacks, remember? Plus I'm at your side, if you collapse you'll be taken care of, no need to worry about that. And I want to trust you with the medicine because I want you to feel like you've got some control in your life again. Isn't that one of your big complaints, not being in charge of yourself?" Plus, is showed they had confidence in Viral being able to take care of himself, to a point. He still wasn't going to be left to his own devices just yet and checkups would remain regular for a while yet, but self-medication was a tiny step forward. Smiling sweetly at Viral she held up one finger, continuing, "Plus, you know better than anyone when you need the medicine, so it makes sense for you to handle when you take the pills. I'm going to be here just as a safety measure and all, but it's going to be up to you. Vegeta won't like it if he finds out, but I'm hoping this way you'll be able to calm down a little bit. That will be our little secret, got it?"

"Eh... Well we didn't much like the rebels either. Hell, some of us still don't like the rebels," Takeshi said, smiling as he shrugged, "Viral hates them, I don't really think Vegeta is a fan of anyone there except Sayomi maybe, and I know Kabocha and the twins are still mixed. Haku probably hates them too, but then again he hates everyone it seems. It's kind of just us and Yumi who don't mind them. My point is don't worry about whether they like you or not, because for the most part none of them matter, you know? They're there to fight, and after that it's bye-bye rebels. We'll try staying in touch with a few, sure, but most of them I can't even remember their names honestly." You couldn't please everyone, Takeshi had learned that plenty early on. If people were going to taunt T'charrl for his voice and make fun of him for how he looked then they weren't worth keeping around anyways. Letting a yawn go the Saiyan got up onto his feet, scratching at his head as he leaned over and scooped up his dirty shirt. "You know I'm kidding about eating everything, right...? I'm sure some of them look really yummy and all but I don't go biting something I don't know what it is. That's how you get sick." If this were Earth they were talking about then he'd have a fair good idea about what was and wasn't edible. Shu would probably know even more, being a bit of a wild boy himself. 

So then, about getting T'charrl back to his old self, how were they going to get that done? Everything they could think of was pretty much a bust, and the Kaesstrian hadn't any ideas either. Drawing wasn't going to cut it, obviously, which left little way for them to actually show their friend how he had looked. Maybe there was some way to do it that they hadn't even considered yet, it would make sense. Maybe some sort of meditation would help T'charrl remember, or maybe he needed something from Kaesstra itself to jog his memory. Of course that meant showing up back at home while he was still like this, and that was what they were trying to avoid doing. The Queen would be all sorts of mad with them if they didn't hold up their end of the bargain, and Takeshi had no desire to be on the receiving end of her anger again. Cringing faintly at the idea the Saiyan smiled sheepishly, laying his shirt over his shoulder. "What are you scared of...? You'll be able to control yourself, I mean why wouldn't you? You've been in control when you had way more power than before, so I don't see how you'd lose control with less, you know? Besides, you've got all of us behind you and we'll help whenever you need it." Grinning he walked over to his friend, placing a hand carefully on his upper back despite his usual repulsion. "You've got nothing to worry about bud, we promise that. Shu and I will make sure everything goes as smoothly as possible," Takeshi added, glancing to his brother and giving a thumbs up, "Right buddy?"