[startles in the folds of the wing, a quick little shock to his system as his face heats up. this feeling he can place all too easily. it makes him flounder and pull back, embarrassment momentarily winning out. there's a faint, apologetic feeling back, an I didn't mean to pry before his heart calms. if he wasn't supposed to feel this, he probably wouldn't be able to. it's become a habit to ask permission rather than just see and feel; it's strange to have this so freely given.

oh so slowly he reaches back out with both hands, letting the pads of his fingers press into warm feathers.]