[Since they're laying down, Ain can't hug as tightly, but at least he can let his wings stretch out on either side of them, and at least he can bury his claws in Vash's shirt, just at the shoulders. Those will have to do for now. These sorts of emotional conversations aren't his forte; he can call Vash pretty and cute and tell him he's really good at bottoming, but he can't actually say "you make me happy too" and "hey I just had a deep emotional revelation today and I'm kind of dying every time you say things like that".

Since Ain can do approximately none of those things, he simply makes a strained noise in the back of his throat, closing his eyes and trying to relax. The longer he lays here, the hotter he gets. Why is it so hot in here...]

I'm glad, truly. I wouldn't know what to do if you didn't. I think I'd stick around anyway, just because I... ["think I'm in love with you, help,"] ...mm. I just want to. Haha, is that weird?