"You're wonderfully physical. Solid. You have a presence."

He tells him this, of course, as he rolls to lie on his chest, because it hasn't stopped being true.

"Even after that, when I'd see you I'd always greet you with a kiss and end up in your lap. I'll always be happier touching you than not. I don't think I can really explain it."

It had been true then, it's still true now.

"Sorry I ended up curling on you, though. Sort of a reflex."