I didn't buy it, but I didn't press him either.
Suddenly feeling sorry that I ever brought up what had to be a painful subject for him, I went over to take a seat on the aspect of the couch beside him. He appeared up at me warily. "I did not suggest to pry, I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it." He swallowed forcibly and I watched the movement of his throat idly.
Purely intending to supply him a hug, as he significantly appeared in need of one, I leaned over throughout his chest, bringing my hands below him. He radiated warmth, but he was shaking slightly, breathing shallowly. He left his arms on the couch, no longer returning my hug and his physique stiffened slightly. Sighing softly, I remembered how convenient and at ease touching him used to be...apparently, that was once long gone now
