[Woody's not really sure how to explain that the townspeople might not... be real at all. But she's right — they're still kids, and even if Woody got genuine proof they're all fake, it'd be a hard habit to break, to look after them. For a toy, kids are the most critical to give attention to. To help with whatever they need. Sure, human adults are... some kinda tier under that, and toys are just under that tier... but kids, those're urgent matters.

He at least can think about it all later. Bullseye's gone and saved him from letting his brain wander too far, and as Jessie and Bullseye hug, he stands with a cocked hip, looking pleased by the reunion. He'll take whatever happy moments he can get in a place like this, alright?]

I imagine he must be, same as us... the weird thing is, I woke up one day to find him napping in my blessing basket. Weird way to show up, but I guess it makes more sense than a toy in his own bed.