Ronald found himself leaning into that touch subconsciously. How strange... it felt... welcome. If this was some kind of fever dream, then he wanted it to continue. Oddly, it was the calmest he had felt since he'd been whisked away from London. Nearly half a year of hiding in the dark, sleeping in empty classrooms, hardly any respite.. it was hell. And now here he was in a warm bed with that touch that felt even more like home than any had ever been.

He let out another breath followed by a soft 'mm..' as he turned his head to lightly brush against those fingers. Whatever it was, he would savor it for as long as the sensation would allow.