Since he does not, he removes his other hand to stop scratching his head. He slides himself into his arms, curling up against him. It was so good to have him again, even if he wasn't all there just yet. He would have to work with it, chisel at the wall that lay in front of the memories and habits that he used to have.

For now, this is perfect. He's basically what he always feared he would become one day, unable to take to what he loved. If he could forget about all of the fighting, the business with Sacrosanct, everything for just even a small amount of time and pretend that everything was just a dream... well, he'd be so happy for that.