[He's pathetically grateful just for this much, leaning his head into it, wanting so much more, feeling a little dizzy with... Everything. He's not in good shape but at least it doesn't hurt much. Crow petting his hair is the best thing he's felt ever.]

...

[He wants to believe Crow because Crow's saying it, but it's hard to... Believe because he can't fathom it at all. That he isn't gross when he obviously is.]

Prove it.

[He expects a rejection or excuse.]