Most of the tension eases with that. One stroke through his hair and his shoulders are drooping, two has his weight tipping into Locus' hand. It's- grounding. As much as brushing Locus' had been earlier. "Really? Because I'd appreciate that. I don't generally sleep unless I'm too tired to function and exhausted beyond my capacity to stay awake, or I'm drunk. And one of those options isn't available anymore."

So any help Locus can offer? He'll take and take gladly.