Felih sighs softly and nuzzles back into his chest. "It's alright. It's not your fault. My past has simply ruined previously benign things, that is all," he murmurs, relaxing when he feels Lotor tightening his hold. It's odd, how it makes him feel secure instead of restrained, but he relishes the comfort.

His ears perk up, however, curiously listening to the story, before laughing softly. "Then, we'll ask about fun truths, then. Amusing ones. And you may choose which question you answer- although... hm, a bonus for answering both may be nice. Mayhaps it means you get to only ask one question on your turn and the other must answer?" he suggests, tail wiggling a little behind him.

It's so bitterly cold, but at least it's easier being curled up to Lotor.