[there's very little hesitation before he settles in, letting his fingers ruffle gently through fur before sliding up and around to the back of his neck. it feels strange, how easy it is just to settle in against him. warm, safe. not alone.

and of course, he too is avoiding his own thoughts, because they need to make it through the transformation first anyway. what happens in an inn room... that can definitely be a thought for later. will, probably, be a thought while he's waiting for Basch's return.]

You're so warm... [a soft murmur, as his eyes fall closed.] Thank you... for letting this happen. I never thought I would be able to have something like this.

[for trusting him and wanting him and... everything really.]