[ It may have taken a fair bit of stumbling through uncertainties and fears to arrive here, but K thinks it was well worth the effort to be able to feel the tension leaving Tech Boy like that and knowing he helped. He finally found the right words, and they were enough; he was enough, instead of being found lacking in some way, as he's so accustomed to. Pleasant as the synthetic Bufotenin makes him feel, it doesn't begin to compare to this — actually feeling good about himself.

He sighs out a breath, a quiet sound of contentment at Tech Boy's touch. And maybe he shouldn't read too much into the placement of his hand, but it's... sweet, disarmingly so. Not a word he'd normally associate with this particular god, but he does have his moments lately. ]

Are you in the mood to let me see what you were working on? [ A tentative question (carefully avoiding a request to show me) as he lowers his hands to either side of Tech Boy's neck, not willing to let him go just yet. A chance for Tech Boy to show off if he wants to. ] Or do you want to come to bed with me? [ He offers a slight smile. ] I'll bet I could read you to sleep.

[ If sleep is what he wants. Or they could stay like this. K clearly isn't in a hurry to get up. ]