It served a double purpose, and Llewellyn certainly couldn’t complain about either. It was nice. Having someone close, and holding on to him as though it were normal. It was something he could get used to... He’d already begun to lean into it a little, drawing closer if only to adjust his arm slightly. There’s an ease to it, for all that he isn’t used to it. “I’m glad you think so? I find it mm... quite comfortable.”