I didn't bother trying to raise my voice and strain my scratchy throat.
His arms tightened a fraction. "Only when I'm showering with someone else who's naked and who I'm not sleeping with," he answered after a moment. "I didn't want to come off as even creepier than I did before."
I still didn't have a lot of control over my body, but one of my hands lay curled against his chest.
I managed to straighten out my fingers so I could stroke him gently with the tips of them. He'd given me so much comfort with his touch, even though I couldn't enjoy it properly.
Maybe he hadn't been in that place as long as I, and he might be a big, clawed badass, but that didn't mean he wasn't starved for human contact too, for someone giving him some comfort in return.
"You didn't come off as creepy. Seriously. I don't mind being a stray cat." Did I sound as dumb as I felt? Definitely yes. "Anyway, I think I can actually stand up now."
