"I am not," he responds, though he looks more amused than anything by the comparison. He rests his hands on the edge of the chair between his legs, letting Tulio rub up against his chest. That's one of the reasons he likes the (former) stray so much; he likes him regardless of whether he's got claws or fingers.

But he supposes he can think of Euri like that too, now. He ducks his head under her petting, too used to it being the other way around.

"Yeah, I think I do. It's weird," he says, just voicing his thoughts, "I don't usually think about it, but now that I don't have to, I guess it's... one less weight."