Once more, there is quiet. Nothing but Felih's soft humming, the melody helping him work through his multitude of thoughts, before he sighs softly. Is this a trick? It might be. If it is, it's very convincing, and it's working well. But at the same time, Felih looks at the man before him and just sees a part of himself.

So he shifts and settles, his smaller frame easy to find a spot against the Garlean's, and gets comfortable there, pausing once more before he steels himself and bunts up under the man's chin, soft fluffy ears folding down as he tucks his head there.

"...I'm sorry," he murmurs. "It must be lonely."