[ It's because he's going to outlive all of you. How can you NOT be a sad fuck at realizing the people you care about are going to die well before you?? But when Hector offers that pat to his head, he reaches up and grabs that wrist swiftly yet gently. He's been getting better at being aware of his strength now and while it looks as if he might be intending to give a little nip to the inside of the faun's wrist, instead, he presses a careful kiss there, soft as a feather, before letting Hector have his hand back. ]

For a rainy day that I'm sure to have.

[ Sighing, he tilts his head back, looking up to the ceiling. ]

I don't even know what time it is. It's all the same to me. Are you heading to bed soon?