[It's difficult to ignore how much his body feels the motions of Shiro's hands on him, emotionally and physically, a feeling that curls down to his stomach with want for more somehow. It's like his scar might as well be burning and fresh just then. What he can manage of a response is to make a quiet affirming sound when Shiro says his name in turn (he's here, he's not going anywhere, he loves--) and his own hands are pressed against Shiro's shoulders so much he worries he might leave hand prints there more than bloodstains.]
[Sorry bb. He's never gonna hold back his intense words when it comes to you. He's not sure he knows how.]