[ touch is so strange. it isn't even against his skin but his nerves tingle under the pressure and warmth of her hand; he leans into it gratefully, but he's glad she didn't hug him this time, because that's— that much contact all at once makes him feel brittle, fragile, like his bones are too thin and he's too small and he'll just shake himself to pieces. he can cope with this. he can handle slow, careful doses.
but other than thinking about the effect of her touch, taking it in and trying to decipher the feeling so that his mind ticks over and calms down from this frenzy... he isn't sure what to do. even if he wanted to talk about this (he doesn't) there's no way he could. he just screamed at that stupid illusion about how sick he is of trying to make people understand, and now he feels like he'll be too aware of any missteps that Lux makes in the conversation. every minor pang of irritation will feel like an arrow through his gut, any anger amplified because he's so worked up about everything.
so he just scrubs his hands over his face to wipe away tears (like a child, unashamed, like someone who has no awareness of a social insistence on manners, maturity, etiquette) and he mumbles, small and wretched: ]
Your fingers are gonna go numb if you hold on too long.
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but other than thinking about the effect of her touch, taking it in and trying to decipher the feeling so that his mind ticks over and calms down from this frenzy... he isn't sure what to do. even if he wanted to talk about this (he doesn't) there's no way he could. he just screamed at that stupid illusion about how sick he is of trying to make people understand, and now he feels like he'll be too aware of any missteps that Lux makes in the conversation. every minor pang of irritation will feel like an arrow through his gut, any anger amplified because he's so worked up about everything.
so he just scrubs his hands over his face to wipe away tears (like a child, unashamed, like someone who has no awareness of a social insistence on manners, maturity, etiquette) and he mumbles, small and wretched: ]
Your fingers are gonna go numb if you hold on too long.