Candy couldn't remember the last time she'd gotten so much physical contact. She figured it was probably when she'd gotten her appendix out; her mother had doted on her in the hospital, and her father had actually managed to go a day without getting completely wasted. She'd appreciated it, but had been old enough to recognize its transience.
Onyxx appreciated the contact and the trust as much as she did, which made her even more determined than usual not to betray those things.