[ The little taps don't stop, becoming more an idle movement than anything else. Simply touching them feels nice. To have a veritable overload of physical touch between them only to have it ripped away the next day left him wanting. So... he'll keep touching them in whatever way he feels like. Siffrin doesn't seem to mind, at least. ]

Was it? I must admit that surprises me. You seemed...

[ Hm. ]

Morose for a time. You were reluctant to share much, if anything at all.

[ Which he understands, but still. ]

To think that I would have had such an impact leaves me feeling honored.