[ He still doesn't pull away, urging her to keep going. Even if it's tiring her out... She seems like she's in bright enough spirits, and it makes it easier for him to encourage her along. His breath is a soft laugh against her skin, brisk rather than freezing; his hands readjust themselves along her back, gentle brushes of fingertips before finding their place on her again, familiar and comfortable. ]

I am. Thanks. [ And yet he could still be feeling even more better. Amos sighs, dipping his head back down to lay it against her chest, a contented dog happy to be with its people. ] Think I've been needing this for a while... If you can stay a bit longer. I don't think I'm gonna be up for fucking anytime tonight, but you can crash here if you need to. Could do breakfast later.

[ Because no, the mere concept of cuddling doesn't make a whole lot of sense to him, but he's at enough of a loss in his desire for her to stay to propose it anyway. At some point she'll stop, and this visit won't really serve a purpose anymore, but... maybe they could just enjoy it anyway?

He kinda still needs it, even if he's doing his best to not think about what tipped him over the edge. That's... for right now, that's in the past. It has to be. ]