He leans forward, twists, knocking his horns against Kurloz's, before scooting back. He reaches for Kurloz's hand, trying to make sure he comes with him. He just...He just wants, for this moment, just to be near his moirail. He doesn't want to move from the rest platform just yet.

He snorts. "Thankth. I kind of figured I did." He brushes his fingers through Kurloz's hair again, glad that his stylist's have been doing their best to get the knots out of his hair. He's also glad it's long again, because Kurloz looks more like Kurloz like this, and less like a young, lost troll who doesn't know what they're doing. He wonders if it's strange that the more the troll looks like who he'll be in the future, the more familiar he is to the Psiioniic. "I jutht want to pile for a little while. Ith...that okay?"