He wishes, for a moment, that he were small, that he wore his real age better. He could climb up into his moirail's arms and fit there properly. But he's okay with feeling his fingers run through his hair, sending shivers. Even if he can't bring up the expression or noise for it, he loves every kiss. He leans forward, gently knocking his forehead against Mituna's.

He brings his hand around to bring up the necklace between them. "I TOOK IT," He says. "Didn't want to risk..." you not coming back and leaving with nothing to hang on to. He sighs where he doesn't speak the words. Kurloz holds it up, offering to clasp it back on to him.