The respect Cyril had for his choices always mattered so much to Fenris. Perhaps it was because Cyril had been there too. That he understood how deep the damage went, when ones freedom was taken away from them. He knew how vital autonomy was, how precious.

He lets out his own low chuckle, settling back down again, his hand hesitates for a moment, before moving to brush through Cyril's hair.

"Oh...thank you," he pauses, clearing his throat. "That came out more awkward than I intended. I missed you, too."