Byron reached out and as gently as he could pressed his fingers to Octavian's horns. It was just the tips at first, moving over the little dips and grooves as though he was being allowed to touch some holy object. As though his horns where made of glass and he'd shatter them with clumsy fingers. However when nothing happened Byron used more of his hand. Fingers curling around one of the branches and sliding up to the dull point. He then slid his hand down to the base. Stray strands of hair brushed his hand and Byron had to stop himself from sinking his fingers into it. Octavian said he could touch his horns not his hair. And being able to feel them was nice. Better than nice. Or maybe that was just because Octavian was letting Byron touch him.<br/><br/>He didn't want it to end.<br/><br/>After several minutes of him sitting there in silence just touching Octavian's horns he let his hands drop. He made himself speak a little louder, though it was far from yelling, "Thank you, for that. For letting me touch your horns...antlers? Are they horns or antlers? They don't look like they fall off in the winter so horns?"<br/><br/>Realizing he'd gotten off track he sat back and looked at Octavian's face. The sweet laugh he'd given echoing in his head though it'd long since faded from the air. He wanted to make him laugh more. To hear more of his voice. Byron would have to try to be a bit louder so Octavian didn't have to strain to hear him. Though there was the worry that a passerby would hear them...then again it was late so they shouldn't have to worry. Most people would be in bed or in the bars. Getting drunk and taking someone back home or renting a room if they didn't want to be caught. It wasn't something Byron had ever done. He didn't have an interest in getting drunk and taking some random person to bed. Sure he drank a bit, but it was one or two and he was done. And women where never all that interesting to him.<br/><br/>Octavian however was beautiful and sweet. With pretty eyes and a gentle nature. Who had been willing to help him clean his wounds. Who cared more about Byron than anyone inside the walls. He'd even offered to help if Byron got injured again. Hopefully that wouldn't be for awhile. He'd much rather spend their time together talking. Hearing the other's laugh.<br/><br/>Byron reached over and picked up the pocket watch before placing it in Octavian's hands. He curled the other's slim fingers around it, though mostly it was an excuse to touch Octavian more. He lifted his gaze to Octavian's dual one, "I let you see so you'll take it now, right? I know it isn't much. I wish I could have brought something better but..."<br/><br/>His voice trailed off and he lifted his shoulders in a tiny shrug, which made him wince again but his back didn't start bleeding again, "I'll bring you something better tomorrow, I promise. Is there...is there anything particular you want?"