Huh... you guys can tell? Can you sniff out the weather or something?

[Ain is leaning into Wolfwood's hand now. He's not touch-starved per se, not anymore, but the way he squishes his face into Wolfwood's fingers might give away that he likes the contact at the very least. Gentle contact is nice.]

Okay. I wasn't going to wander to some corner of the cave by myself, if you were worried about that. You'll have to squish me up between both of you~.