His fingers curled through the red locks, playing with them idly as he stroked. He hoped the other was comfortable, their height differences making it difficult to cradle him they way he could Sam. Still, he tried, and he hoped it was bringing the other some comfort.

"I'm sure I would have," he agreed fondly. "I think we could have spent many nights around a fire bemoaning having to put up with your antics." He bent his head and pressed his face into his hair briefly, muffling a quiet laugh.