Wikus is still hesitant as he crouches down and reaches out a hand to scratch behind Makkachin's ears.

It's his human hand, of course, the other still buried in his hoodie pocket. Even that hand isn't entirely normal, though. The hospital has provided him with little caps to keep his soft, nailless fingertips protected. The caps don't look wholly like regular fingernails, but they do allow for some pretty good ear scratches.

"Heh." The sound falls out of him almost without volition, and a smile twitches at the corners of his mouth. "Good boy..."