When everything started to disappear, first the taste and then the sounds and the touch fleeing from his hair and his bones, he couldn't help but make a disappointed sound. On the other hand, as things began to lessen and the rest of the world came back to him, he found that he was shivering lightly and feeling fairly wrung out. His arms were free, but he kept them around his sides loosely while the air rushed to greet him. His mind was still in a haze, the good still persistently clinging and making sure he felt safe and loved and owned even while the physical representation of such receded.

For a while, he simply breathed and let himself settle, let himself feel the hand on his face and float in the small sensation and the peace surrounding it. He could focus on the world around him again where his body was weighed down with contentedness and when Eli spoke, he managed a smile and softly said, "Thank you, sir, so much."