Cricket pauses for a moment before wrapping his arms around Azriel, holding him. His face is still a little flushed
"Mm.."
Cricket looks down at Azriel
Cricket: I...
"Hm?"
He looked up a little
Cricket: I...I don't...I don't understand...w-why...why are you...?
"You're warm...and I like you...you're nice..."
Cricket: I...I like you too....
"really.."
Cricket: Yeah...
"Heh...nice.."
