My conscience is clear: Not a day goes by that I don’t do all of those things, unless I am physically separated from them. Even then I’d probably make kissy noises on the phone, and tell Loki to pass on hugs and and pets from me.

Transcript:

Mr and Mrs Bugg hold hands and smile at us.

The text reads: “And then there were buggs wondering if you kissed your boi, hugged your dog, petted your cats today.

Not that they would judge you.”