[He leans into the touch. He's been starved for human interaction, affection, anything positive that wasn't drugged euphoria. He tightens his hold on Crow, literally not wanting to let go ever again, even if that's a little crazy.]

I'll just... Owe you an ass-kicking, okay?

[He whispers into Crow's shoulder. He's so tired and at the same time so keyed up, shaking. He hasn't eaten in days and he's dizzy but wired. He knows what his body wants and he's too ashamed to say it. He just wants to enjoy this, right now, having Crow and holding him. He can stubbornly do that much.]