His hand splayed against Sandy's back, asked permission at the hem of his shirt without a word - just a little tug on fabric and a touch to his skin. He wasn't trying to disrobe him. Just to give himself a little skin to touch.

He was starting to wonder how he'd gotten along without this for so long. Without someone to hold and to treat well and mean it. He hadn't felt like a person in so long that it actually felt new, and he knew that it was because of Sandy.

It was silly to want to curl up around him and protect him, but he felt the same way about Kitt. The thought made him laugh - softly, warmly, happily - against Sandy's lips.