[ He laughs lightly, accepting those words, accepting this touch, simply because he wants to do so. In truth he's always been the type to accept what's been offered to him, at least as long as he can keep being himself. ]

Oh, yeah, speaking of symbols—I said I'd show you the other hand, right? [ Hm, well he can do this one handed and that's far as his logic extends to hand holding, so. He reaches into his pocket to pull out one (1) male adult sized hand, somewhere a mix between taxidermied and artificial appearance wise. ]

I used to wear these all the time as a reminder, but all of 'em are gone now besides this one, my father's. It's just an accessory, but I haven't felt like wearin' it.