"I suppose you're right," Azwel chortles. "Though I certainly don't plan to drown myself in the sweet cream of life too much, there's no sense denying myself these things completely."

Really, Azwel only wanted to be comforting with this gesture. And to get out some of that affection that'd been swelling up in his chest. What can he say, he just really likes to touch him. No squishy emotions here. None whatsoever. Ignore that warm smile.