[He doesn't need to see to be able to sense how close she is—again something he rarely allows anyone to be without good reason. And her scent only strengthens to the point that it combined with her warmth, her touch, and the sound of her breath is all he is able to focus on. —Which is not normal and not something he should be doing, but he ends up doing regardless of what his more rational self is trying to say. But that's all it really amounts to as he otherwise remains as still as possible. It's all just...observations. Very noted and prominent observations, but just observations. He'll forget about them later once he's able to breathe fresh air.
But when she starts combing his hair, that touch of hers is somehow so nice and inviting that he almost leans into it. Almost. The moment he almost acts on that impulse is when she draws away her hand and he "wakes up" from that strange...feeling. It also means it takes him a second to register her question and then another to answer.]
...It was a long time ago...when I was nine.
[That's how he starts, but from there he falters. On the one hand, he's more okay in talking about his past, on the other...is this something he should really drop on her right now of all places?]
It's not a pleasant story, so if you still wish to know, I'll tell you another time.
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But when she starts combing his hair, that touch of hers is somehow so nice and inviting that he almost leans into it. Almost. The moment he almost acts on that impulse is when she draws away her hand and he "wakes up" from that strange...feeling. It also means it takes him a second to register her question and then another to answer.]
...It was a long time ago...when I was nine.
[That's how he starts, but from there he falters. On the one hand, he's more okay in talking about his past, on the other...is this something he should really drop on her right now of all places?]
It's not a pleasant story, so if you still wish to know, I'll tell you another time.