[He doesn't want to get out of them, even if every slight movement now is almost too much with how sensitive he is. He wants to stay as close as possible, though his heart flutters with joy that overrides these conflicting thoughts when Rover takes his hand. He's more careful about moving them, now, trying to stay inside while still shifting to lay down with them and pull them against his chest so he can brush his lips along the nape of their neck.]
Mmn... [They're sweet. He feels so much for them...] I'm glad you stayed. [He's so, so glad they like him.]
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Mmn... [They're sweet. He feels so much for them...] I'm glad you stayed. [He's so, so glad they like him.]