golden honey, draped around his fingers, it's grown very long, and oh, it's so soft to the touch, and a sigh from the owner of it signals that all is well in their world. not very often is he allowed to touch the magician's hair, but when he is, he takes his time, enjoying the softness of it on his fingers.

magician, because he's somewhat magical, though the magic is tainted with the power of barian. he's strong. too strong for his own good. and as if realizing that he was thinking about him, he tilts his head back and smiles softly, "lost in thought are we, adventurer?"

the younger of the two chuckles, heartily, and brushes his fingers along the magician's scalp, "no, not at all."

an obvious lie, but the magician doesn't seem to mind, just hums softly and scoots a bit further back so that his back is to the other man's chest. their positions are close, and the younger of the two wraps his arms around the elder's body, which is returned with a small gloved hand resting atop his.

"is this okay?" the magician asks, looking up at him again, and he blinks with the one eye that has has left from their shared past, and a part of him wants to ask how come he returned unharmed, but it's of no use. it doesn't really matter now, anyway, does it?

"tron," he uses his name for what feels like the first time in forever, and it sounds like home coming from his mouth. "of course it's okay." the small hand tightens its grip on his again, and he holds him tighter. no more would he have to be worried about being hurt.

"i trust you," he responds, quietly, and that's all that the adventurer needs.