The hand on his is comforting. He missed this kind of touch, and after denying himself any kind of contact with others for so long... it's been two years since Carla died. He thought he could shut himself away forever, and maybe he might have, but this place... it forced Boone to get closer to Uldren than he might have let himself under normal circumstances. And now when he glances up, he sees a man that he's become rather fond of.

"Yeah, I wouldn't be much good for a lot of things if I couldn't move." Is that innuendo? Boone isn't actually smooth enough to have meant it that way, but if Uldren wanted to take it as such he'd let it slide.

"I, uh. I like being here with you, too." It feels strange to admit it and internally he's still partly screaming at himself to retreat, to hide. This can only go wrong. And after Carla, does he deserve this? But the part of him that feels warm under Uldren's touch and finds comfort in his gaze- it's winning out, slowly but surely.

He turns his hand over underneath Uldren's in order to lace their fingers together properly. For the Manna, he tells himself. He can feel it now, building between them. Yeah... just for the Manna.