[Connor rests a hand on the one at his bare chest, linking their fingers with a soft sigh. He's drying out now, the fins on his ears and arms shrinking back, claws retracting, tail growing smaller in size and beginning to split into legs. His own mind is racing, but there's no battle against his emotions. He's simply found he's very, very fond of the SQUIP. He just hopes that it does nothing to betray the trust he has in it.

He breaks the kiss finally, but keeps close, their lips almost touching.]

How do you feel?