He raises his hands slowly, and for a moment he's at a loss. He forgets, sometimes, how young that his Kurloz is, and it's with a small, sad smile that he brushes his fingers through his hair.

"It'th okay, Kurloth." He leans forward, pressing a kiss to the base of his horns, and nudging at his head so he can place kisses to his temple, his forehead, his nose. "I know you would have thaved me, tho don't feel guilty for being too far away thith time."