[He tightly crosses his arms, almost hugging himself more than anything. This is too much for him. He doesn't want this at all. Physical touch, intimate affection like this.... it's hard for him to handle. He's never been comfortable with it, not with how his life has been, and everything his experiences have taught him.
To give into this sort of touch is to trust, to open himself up for all sorts of consequences--
He's almost frightened by it, and sharply, he looks away.]
I don't understand. [What is he supposed to do with this? Where did this urge come from?] This isn't-- I am not myself.
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To give into this sort of touch is to trust, to open himself up for all sorts of consequences--
He's almost frightened by it, and sharply, he looks away.]
I don't understand. [What is he supposed to do with this? Where did this urge come from?] This isn't-- I am not myself.
[That's a stark understatement.]