He laughs lightly, happily, arching up into that hand as best he can, his lowerbody mostly immobile without his concentration being pointed in that direction. He's too focused on trying to make Gamzee happy than anything else for the time being.

Tavros is shocked so hard out of his daze that he almost forgets how to breath, his chest twisting from how hard his heart is pounding. How can he have forgotten where he is like that? O-oh god. He's never going to live this down, is he?

Regardless of his own paranoid fears, he doesn't pull away from Gamzee. For the Slytherin he'll take whatever ridicule the world wants to try and throw at him.