( you know. you know how hard it is, how impossible it feels to accept the touch.
but this counts for something, doesn't it?
he rests his head against yours and you have to, consciously relax your muscles. resist jolting. )
I don't know when, but ...
.. we'll be okay.
[ There's a small jolt in response. ]
[ It's a good minute before he can fully relax into the comforting gesture. He slowly lets his head rest against the other's. ]
its... fine enough when you're not thinking about it.
i mean, if being "fine enough" means constantly having a bad, empty feeling.
i cant tell what's worse actually...
Yeah. it does, definitely...
it's been impossible to rest lately. just .. can't get myself to close my eyes long enough. like I'm, stressed about something.
( you watch his movements with interest. what reason could he be so shy? you haven't done anything, said anything yet. you give the quietest giggle. )
Andrew.
what's your name?
( you reciprocate, proceed to hold your hand out. )
[ glance away , rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly . You ’ ve never been so shy around another . ]
oh really hah , sick bud .
what’s your name . . . ?
[ Is that too brash ? Too sudden ? ]