[ The touch of her hands to his brings the usual electric spark, even given the context, and that small contact is all he needs to start thinking about last night again. About her brow touching his, about the feeling of her skin beneath his fingertips...and it's enough to send a blush surging into his cheeks. It's kinda nice, to have a distraction like that to keep his thoughts off his condition, but at the same time, is he ever going to stop blushing like this around her?

...No, probably not. ]

Oh, you bet I am. You know how hard it is to find somethin' to eat when you're a blind dude? [ His condolences to Iggy, once again. He's had help from others today but this is the first fresh, full meal someone has brought him and the smell alone — what can reach him through his stuffed nose, at least — is heavenly. ]

...Y'know, I'm startin' to sound like a broken record now, but...thank you for this.

[ He'll keep telling her, for as many times as he needs to. ]