{Vincent is fairly sure he has seen stranger in his time too. They just need to give Albert some "skin". Maybe a sleeping bag would help? Or a set of those pajamas that are made from one piece of material?

He glances at the hand on his shoulder and gives it quick nuzzle. Personal space is not something he subscribes to either. If he feels like being affectionate or close to someone, he will be. He especially likes the smaller touches; their bodies are not built to be alone! The pleasure of contact is one he will never tire of feeling.}

Now I know why it took me so long to accept my vegetables. {Regaining his seat, he chuckles.} Chocolate, obviously, and socks are meant for feet, Albert. Unless... Is that how he perished? Socks are not digestible, surely?