Bulba's eyes widened at the contact, and a flutter blossomed in his chest. This was... not how things usually went. But this was all right. Bulba knew what to do with this, even if the desperation in the motions alarmed him. If it was anyone else, the reverse of their usual situations might have been more unnerving. With Vinnie, he could only be grateful that there was something Bulba could do for him in return for all of the times it had been himself seeking comfort from the Venusaur's warmth.

The Ivysaur dipped his head against him, silently nuzzling the crown of his hair. A soft touch, something that might have been a kiss or simply just a touch of his lips to green as he offered more of his scent to him however he could.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, there was a small hope that the Venusaur wouldn't notice the race of his pulse.

His hand sought out the other's in the still quiet. His fingers curved around his, lending what little warmth he had in the cold to him. If all he could really do for him was be there for him, then he would do that. He'd do it as much as he could. If Vinnie let himself lean on Bulba, then Bulba would stay there as long as he needed.