There's a pause where Jet's afraid the message was missed, but then Initiate's fingers are close enough for Jet to reach out give that little bit of extra contact they could probably both use.

He didn't know why, but the idea of the tribbles being pleased with themselves made Jet laugh.

"Yeah, I bet laying in them would be nice. I guess, if you found one like that, I certainly wouldn't mind it. I've actually been keeping the one I gave Al around. Found it stashed in the closet once I bothered to look around." It was a good thing they pretty much just existed, so it'd never been in any danger of neglect. "The thing's been pretty useful." Mostly with sleeping. When the one light on still seemed not bright enough and the quiet threatened to suffocate him like always, the gentle purring of the silver tribble was a comfort and Jet found he could sleep well enough to get through the night.