Azul lets out a little hum of approval as he curls up in your arms, nuzzling into your chest as you play with his hair. It’s one of those nights where he’s sensitive, stuck in his head and in need of affection from you. Which is…most nights, actually. Not that you particularly mind, you like caring for him.

“…Hey…” Azul suddenly whispers, still leaning on you like you’re his lifeline. “…What do you…think of me? Like…physically? …Does that question make sense?”