[Till has a strange relationship with being manhandled. While he hates it, something about Ivan doing it makes heat gather low in his belly. So he doesn't pull away, instead letting the man get a way with it when no one else could or would.
When he's let go, he rubs his chin before reaching up to take off the hat Ivan has on and ruffling his hair. pushing it to part on the right instead of the usual left. It made the man look drastically different. Then puts the hat back on, adjusting it to help hold the new style in place. He then pulls and messes up the niceness of Ivan's shirt collar to make it look more casual and less... nice.
Finally he nods.]
You look good. Okay, I'm your girl, so hold me like one, okay?
[He's seen people hold each other when walking around. They might not have many words or much understanding of what love is, but... he gets that that's something.]
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When he's let go, he rubs his chin before reaching up to take off the hat Ivan has on and ruffling his hair. pushing it to part on the right instead of the usual left. It made the man look drastically different. Then puts the hat back on, adjusting it to help hold the new style in place. He then pulls and messes up the niceness of Ivan's shirt collar to make it look more casual and less... nice.
Finally he nods.]
You look good. Okay, I'm your girl, so hold me like one, okay?
[He's seen people hold each other when walking around. They might not have many words or much understanding of what love is, but... he gets that that's something.]