Happy enough to be your mate.

[now that he has a better measure of things, he can gently tug Basch's hand forward without hesitation, shifting so that his can rest over the back of it while it's on his belly.

He's... very sure of this, really.]

Because... you let me be this selfish, too. To have you for myself. To know you'll always come back to me... that's how selfish I am, wanting you.