His eyes fall shut in relief at the touch and he does nothing for a while, just glad that this is OK, so far. He's still trying to reconcile this in his head, the thought of trying to be someone else is a little uncomprehendable. But he puts it off for now, because it might not come to that yet.

A hand moves under the covers as he slowly warms, and he takes a few moments to just touch Random's thigh, feel the muscle and the lay of the skin, mapping it in silence as though he might not get to do it again.

'I'm sorry.'