I can do it. I would prefer to be the one to write it. ... It's... personal.

He just needs a bit of time. Warily, he approaches one of the desks- but never once does he stop clutching the necklace to his chest. It's hard to grip the pen, since it's ultimately just a pen and holds no true importance to him, but he does manage.

Eventually, he hands over a folded up paper.

Please, deliver this to him.