"Me too. I - that's part of why I keep to myself, in town. People are - well, I suppose you already know."

How long has it been, since he's been close to anyone like this? He can't even remember. Whenever it had been, it hadn't been anything important, just a moment of indiscretion in the city. Now he has a strong, warm body pulled up close to his, close enough that all he can smell is Herbert's perfume.

(He's glad, all at once, that he had thought to bathe before coming, to get at least some of the livestock smell out of his hair.)

The compliment has him blushing again. "The feeling is mutual. You - you're the most beautiful man I have seen in my life."