Why? Just why... was that tiny gesture, that minuscule touch something so comforting? He was getting soft. He had to be! No one ever would touch him prior to that without him raging or snapping.

"...Flame Fever... stupidly apropriate..." he muttered to the empty room, pillowing his pounding head into his arms. "...wonder if there's a fire jutsu that can make people feel like this..." he grumbled.