“Mm. It’s okay.” It always soothes him when they do that, run their fingers over his back or through his hair over and over. Hypnotizing.
He’d been dead without their hands on him. Everywhere they touch him, he can feel his cells stir back to life. He becomes less hollow with their mouth on his. They breathe a different kind of air into him. He doesn’t deserve any of it, but it feels too good to keep running away from.