[Aw fuck, that means he has to let go of Moody Blues. Except not really because shit yeah, phantom sensation and all that; he's still feeling the beak-kiss somewhere in his nasal vicinity when he also gets to experience the sensory input of Magician's Red squeezing the ever-loving shit out of Moody Blues in his place on top of having his actual physical hand held.

It's nice.

It's a lot, but it's really nice. Even if it takes Avdol a second to process everything and refocus on Abbacchio with a faint, amused smirk, it's all a tornado of Niceness that he doesn't quite want to escape from.] Alright, alright. You know the best thing about tea?

[Not gonna answer his own question until they're actually seated, though. Priorities! (Holding hands still is also priority, thank you. He's not letting go, because physical sensation is kind of helping ground him when he's also got Magician's Red's emotional loop in the back of his brain and that emotional loop is currently feeding off of his and it's all one big goopy mess right now.] You can drink it hot or cold, and it's still good! Unlike water. That's why I like it so much...You have to think of that sort of thing in the desert.

By the way...It's not too much, is it? The presents. I want you to know that I don't expect you to return everything in full, I just...I haven't had someone to spoil, or the money to do so with quite like I do now, so I'm perhaps going overboard.