(His breathing slows, becoming more normal again and with each stroke, the tension bleeds away more and more. It feels warm and good and it's hard to really translate how the touch translates to his human form.
He feels like his hand is being held, like his hair is being brushed, like a reassuring hand is on his shoulder all at once and it feels so good to finally relax. After a moment, he finally manages to mumble tiredly,)
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He feels like his hand is being held, like his hair is being brushed, like a reassuring hand is on his shoulder all at once and it feels so good to finally relax. After a moment, he finally manages to mumble tiredly,)
What are you thinking?
(Because he can feel it. Something.)