[ Hans joins Oren on his bed, joining their hands together. It sounds like Oren might mean more than just the arm. He nods, fingers chase Oren's, but he pulls back. Oren's changed a lot since they started seeing each other. Just like Hans misses the sun, it would make sense for him to miss... being normal. ]

I'd never lost a limb like this, no. [ He scoots over, knocking his thigh into Oren's knee. ] I've died, but I'd been doing my best to keep that from happening again.