( when two touch starved people are (for different reasons) perpetually touch starved and missing that it's mutual. not that licyn usually understands it outside of a context of sex, but sex is a simple, direct currency, easy to trade with people in the towns, villages, cities he passes in and out of like one more migrating creature with the seasons.

what he misses from his packmate, broken lonewolf that said packmate is, is the kind of constant companionship, the furry flank to curl up by each night, and the one who didn't mind his draping and prodding and the like. not that rillin minded much. he wasn't all that inspired to mind things, outside of being an efficient killer, as aimed. )

Bunk beds? Might be able to arrange that for you, and the custard, though not until up top again.

( he's just smiling as the doctor's been chattering on, then reaches over to try and pap the tip of his nose. )

No, love, you are far more fascinating than I am.