[He is extremely burdened by feelings he knows better than to have, why did he have to be Aware, they could've just been fuckbuddies forever... ha...

Ain finally drops his hand away from the ribbon-and-braid, where it thuds dully against his lap.]

Haha, does it? I don't have eyes on the back of my head, so I'll have to look later. [He sounds a lot more cheerful versus this morning, but then again, gifts tend to do that for him.] What did you bring back? I'm hungry.