He expected her to say something about work, or about Malou. Maybe she was thinking about their physical statue, or to their tundra misadventure; there were plenty things to say about that. Instead, she asked him a question—one so personal in nature that it took him aback. His eyes briefly widened but quickly returned to their stare, and he remained quiet for a moment while he pondered it.
"I wouldn't say that I need it," he said quietly, thinking about the times he'd jerked out of his mother's embrace or even away from a gentle touch on the shoulder from his father as he passed him in the sitting room. He'd never liked touches; Fallon was the exception to the rule, and even then he rarely did it knowingly. Touch had become the language of survival when faced with freezing temperatures. It had been a way to communicate what he couldn't say when he began wheezing, to ensure that the other had lived through the night. "I'll stop it if you don't like it," he added, even though she'd just directly contradicted his words in her explanation. It made him wonder: had there been times where she wanted to hold his hand? His gaze dropped to where her hand wrapped around her glass.
"I wouldn't say that I need it," he said quietly, thinking about the times he'd jerked out of his mother's embrace or even away from a gentle touch on the shoulder from his father as he passed him in the sitting room. He'd never liked touches; Fallon was the exception to the rule, and even then he rarely did it knowingly. Touch had become the language of survival when faced with freezing temperatures. It had been a way to communicate what he couldn't say when he began wheezing, to ensure that the other had lived through the night. "I'll stop it if you don't like it," he added, even though she'd just directly contradicted his words in her explanation. It made him wonder: had there been times where she wanted to hold his hand? His gaze dropped to where her hand wrapped around her glass.
— way too attractive set by mj <3 —