He'd...never been allowed to hold someone's hand before. Even as a child when he'd come into being his father had never once allowed him to have that affection. It was something he'd craved for years and so he hesitantly reached out to take the hand, find it so warm compared to his own cool flesh.

It felt...so good.

Cian actually smiled softly as he followed after Myca, letting him have his hand back to talk on the phone. Leaning over, he looked at the screen and pondered before reaching to type back to him...

'Everything'