Bii's certainly no therapist. He can understand when someone is crying, and he can understand why they're crying. But that's where his abilities end, really. He's not well-versed enough to suggest that someone needs to feel their feelings to get past them. He doesn't know that holding it in can cause the pain to only last longer. He's not even sure he can understand not wanting to feel those things. Only wishing that they had never happened to begin with.

Only watching as this man rubs his face and thanks him. For something easy that Bii could give. It's certainly no tail, no wish, and not that Bii would ever sacrifice that again. But... This man is grateful for the little Bii offered. And somehow that surprises Bii, even if only a little.

"Of course." Though he's not sure if he can add much else to that. "I'm... Bii."

He's hesitant to introduce himself, almost. Perhaps because he's not sure if it's appropriate. Perhaps he worries that his name will reveal what he is and make him run into hiding. Or perhaps he just isn't sure what to fill the silence with. Even he's not positive himself. But he offers it all the same.

It's foolish to think his kindness will not be betrayed later. But there is some part of him that hopes for... anything. Something that isn't empty. A friendship? Maybe a simple acquaintance where they just say hello from time to time. That would even be acceptible to having... nothing, he thinks.