Something starts in his throat at that kiss, a feeling he isn't familiar with. But it spreads and pools, cool and warm and comforting all over until he's smiling despite himself, feeling just as relieved as when Michael accepted him. It feels like a weight has been lifted off of his chest, as silly as it is to make such a simple simile of it.

"I'm so glad..." he whispers, unable to do much else beyond the lump in his throat. He carefully takes her hand with one of his own and presses his cheek into her palm, unfathomably happy to feel warmth against his real skin. The sound in his throat finally comes up as a purr, low and much like a cat's.

Tulio notices, jumping up into his lap and purring as well. Robin laughs, speaking again, "You really are something, Euri."