Garrison smiled a bit at the unexpected sound Nathaniel made. It was... cute. Illegally so. He stomped down any comment he wanted to make about it and ran his hand over the fawnette's curved horn, situated just above and very slightly behind the ear he had been rubbing gently. When something touched his tail, Garrison twitched it away, then back. "Sorry, I... usually keep it tucked away because it's always getting slammed or stepped on." He laughed easily. "No one here knows how to watch a long tail, I swear..." But he did love others to stroke it, pet it, tug a little. Why, he wasn't sure, but wouldn't take it for granted. The idea of amputation was so far removed from his mind that it might as well have been in another reality---without his tail he couldn't balance.