[He nods as he listens and finds himself leaning into the touch. Though he won't ever admit that he's starving for it, he really is. Thousands of years with so very little affection and he can't stop gravitating toward any he might receive.]
...thank you. I don't know what else to say but that.
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...thank you. I don't know what else to say but that.
[And even that doesn't feel like enough.]