[If Chris looks like he’s preening a bit under the tease, it’s cause he is. He does perch.

He follows Crais to the living room and takes one side of the couch to give as much room for stretching out as possible.]

I can try. Not always good at words. You’re a little easier for my head, though.

[He pats his lap. Doing something with his hands will help.

Once he can get his fingers into Crais’ hair, he picks through the feeling as carefully as the strands.]

It’s..not that I don’t like it or can’t do it, not even that I can’t sit still when I want to, but physical affection’s always been…harder’n it should be. Not sex, mind, that’s easy, but holding hands, hugs, cuddling, the like.

[He smiles to himself, but there’s some sadness to it.]

I’ve got..two beautiful men back home, love ‘em dearly but I…forget to say it. Forget to take their hands, kiss ‘em goodnight or goodbye. I have to remind myself it’s what they want. They do it as easy as breathing, but when they want to hold me, it’s like a vibration starts under my skin and eventually it’s too much.

[He shakes his head, focus fully on the hair in his hands.]

Dunno why, I’m just bad at love and affection. Luckily, they’ve got each other for it too, for when I forget.