[The spike and the ebb of it mimics the symbiant's natural feedback loop; utterly familiar, quietly comforting. He sighs, softly, lets the comfort well up in the moments after and stay, level, small, still. Manageable comfort, instead of falling blindly into it, as bewildering in its own way as rage. He tips up, kisses Zane chastely, briefly. He blinks away tears of relief and they do not return.]
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Perfect. Thank you.