Make him feel special? Just how did one really do that? There were answers, kindred answers, that bubbled and whispered through his head, but nothing that popped into being. Kine answers, some he'd already done earlier tonight, but he didn't want to do that, either. That little nip to his ear, the feeling under his fingers, someone pressed against him, it was almost an sensatory overload.
One arm remained wrapped around Tris - like it was that difficult - before the other came up to curl in the strands of silvery hair next to his face. It had been something he'd been thinking about since the beginning of the bar incidient and it was well worth the wait. "So soft." It was a murmer but with their hearing, Cian knew that Tristian heard him, especially when his fingers tightened just a little.