Once that touch is allowed, he can't help but let it linger. He had laid his hand on that mask so many times, searching it for any vision or memory it might hold, but this is the first time there's been a real, living person underneath it.

"I'm glad." He truly is glad. He'd held such conflicting images of Vader in his head. One, the steely powerhouse that Snoke had wanted him to perfectly emulate, and another, the grandfather who could care and accept him without fear. Somehow, he's seen some of both in the very short time they've been together here.