Sometimes when we’re sitting together on the sofa, he touches the back of my neck. I like when he does that. He also has a habit of nuzzling. Whether it’s his head in my lap of his cheek on mine, he always nestles down like a cat and gets cosy. And there’s also this thing he does where he’ll just take my hand and look at it; turn it over, poke my fingers, stroke the top and the palm. I don’t know if that’s really a kind of affection or not, but I like it anyway. There’s more than that, obviously, much more.
As far as giving goes, I’m partial to kissing his neck and touching our foreheads together. And everything else, of course.
He pets my hair often, which I love. It’s very calming. The neck kisses are wonderful, as well as when he kisses my cheek before going off to do something else. I like to hold his hand, quite a bit. Doesn’t really matter when or where, I just like to have his hand in mine, or my hand on his back or the other way round. I must be starved for physical affection in some way; I like a point of contact at most times.
I kiss him often because I know he likes to be kissed, and likes kissing in general. Sometimes I come up and hug him from behind, though he always seems a bit disgruntled when I put my chin on top of his head with such ease. Everything else, too. All of it.
I seem disgruntled because I am disgruntled. But then you kiss the top of my head, which makes up for it.
Your height is lovely, you needn’t be disgruntled. I’m glad I can make up for it, though.
That’s the one benefit - I fit nicely against you.
Christ, that’s a corny line. Sorry.
No need to apologise - I can admit to having thought the same thing more than once.
Have I ever told you how grateful I am that you’re as all right with touchy-feely as you are?
Once or twice, but I could stand to hear it again.
I think I’d have gone crazy if you weren’t.
I thought at first that it wouldn’t be enough.
It’s more than enough. Even without it, you just being you would have been enough for me.
I’m glad that’s the case. And I’m afraid we let another one get rather long.
Who cares? I’m glad it is. And judging by that dumb smile on your face, so are you.
You know me so very well. What say you we put on one of the ridiculous films you’ve been insistent about me seeing?
Do you all see this? Sherlock willing to watch a fantastic movie? I just want to make sure I’m not going crazy here.
All right, Sherlock. I think it’s time you met Monty Python.