[hands squeeze gently as Basch kisses his hair, pulls him up closer.]

For now. [an easy agreement, and he nods at the continuation.]

I would like that. [quiet for a moment, as he considers whether to say what he thinks.] ... I can't remember the last time I was held by someone.

[that's... depressing. but he doesn't feel right, keeping the information from Basch like this.]

I'm glad it's you... and that you can stay.