[ His instinct is, of course, to reach out to offer comfort. He’s lived in a large family, with a mother and at least one sister whose immediate response to the distress of others is contact. And a weird not-aunt who might be dating his mother who spent half his childhood deliberately picking out the most gaudy shades of lipstick to his his and his siblings’ cheeks with. It’s a big touchy family. He manages not to. ]
I don’t- [ No. That would be a lie. ] I... would probably want things from you. But not for kindness. Not in return for anything.
[ He can’t offer touch as comfort, so he tries a weak smile. ]
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[ His instinct is, of course, to reach out to offer comfort. He’s lived in a large family, with a mother and at least one sister whose immediate response to the distress of others is contact. And a weird not-aunt who might be dating his mother who spent half his childhood deliberately picking out the most gaudy shades of lipstick to his his and his siblings’ cheeks with. It’s a big touchy family. He manages not to. ]
I don’t- [ No. That would be a lie. ] I... would probably want things from you. But not for kindness. Not in return for anything.
[ He can’t offer touch as comfort, so he tries a weak smile. ]
It won’t kill me, to just want and not have.