Being pulled in close was just what he needed and he curled in more, tangling himself with Vegas. For a second, he looked him over but didn't see any of the harsh reactions that had happened before. It brought a lazy smile to his face as he leaned in to cling back, the hand not in his hair holding onto Vegas' shirt now. He needed the contact to ground himself, eyes closing as he melted against him.

"...I like when you take care of me," he whispered softly in confession.