"I don't want to teach them," Rould counters, his words a bit tired. Definitely loopy. "Just you. Only you."
And he presses against Isa's fingertips. Because that felt good and... Well, it's not like he gets a lot of physical contact from other people. He's starved for touch."
that's fair
And he presses against Isa's fingertips. Because that felt good and... Well, it's not like he gets a lot of physical contact from other people. He's starved for touch."