César listens to Rich quietly and can see the fidgeting. Yeah. This is the limit for the poor boy, and really, César has two grown men to lean on.

His smile widens and softens, the pain leaving his face. Raised between two cultures of overly tactile, people, César's not going to let that offer be answered with just words. César shifts slightly so he can loop a lazy arm behind and over Rich's shoulders, hand resting on the opposite one.

"I want that a lot." César smiles to him reassuringly. "I'm doing exactly as you suggested, too." He shakes his head and looks up to the ceiling for a moment. "Learning how to be happy, again. I've gotten pretty good at it, even! Enough that I can share that happiness with others."

To emphasize that, he squeezes Rich's shoulder. How quickly his emotions shift. ADHD is a damned trip.