He doesn't answer, not immediately. Neil touches him and he shivers, violently, but it's more like the aftershock of an orgasm than anything else. A ghost of what he had felt before, probably only his imagination.

Probably.

He leans forward against Neil, practically against his chest, and while he's always liked how Neil feels smaller in his arms, now it's his turn. And of course he doesn't hate it.

"So. I'm not all over the lawn."