Aster hooked one of his legs over Timothy's, drawing them that much closer, and kissed the top of the boy's mussed hair once more. "If you get lost, I'll find you." He didn't mean it as a promise, but he still meant it all the same. The powerful attraction he was feeling for Timmy wasn't entirely physical. Aster wanted to keep and shelter him, make him smile and laugh, keep him bright and happy and cheerful. His hand traced it's way down Timmy's shoulder and around to his back, where he rubbed in slow circles.