Rudy is a patient man. He has to be, after all- the sort of work he does. It does him no good to fly off the handle, or grip too tightly onto what he knows is his.

But he is reconsidering his stance by the second. It’s already near impossible to keep his hands off of Anon, due to the fact it’s a rare luxury to have time alone with them these days. Time to just be with them, at all.

He decides to change his approach. He is patient, of course- up until a point. As he continues to drive, he gives a slow, pointed squeeze to their thigh.

“Coraz￳ n, you know it is important to communicate your needs?” He asks, a tinge of amusement as he glances their way. There’s intensity to the look, despite the calm smile that sits on his face.

“Speak up.”