[The squeeze to his hand startles him a little. On an objective observation, it isn't a bad feeling; on the contrary, he's made his own observations on his life to realize a lack of affection. It's the various things he's experienced here, and not just now. A hug from Tsuruno, Marcoh's hand on his shoulder, Midnight holding his hand. Really just mundane things that shouldn't be remarkable to anyone else.

It's what makes it harder when he's certain it's just the spell, Sylvian's bastardization of her idea of love.]

Yeah. More times than I've cared to count. Each time feels a little bit different. And each time means my connection to Sylvian is a bit stronger, unfortunately.

...You doing okay there?