He hasn't been touched so.. gently. The tenrec whined and whimpered, his body involuntarily leaning into Scourge's gentle embrace. He couldn't hide how touch-starved he was; he didn't often get this type of contact. If he was going to cry again, it would be because of such a gentle hold.
— warm. Just breathe .. you◝ re warm here.. they ain◝ t around. ❞
Pulling the tenrec closer﹑ both hands to the back of his quills to caress.