[He leans into her hand before he even thinks on it, an instinctive, reactive gesture. James keeps himself apart, separate, but when he needs comfort, he becomes tactile. It's why he usually looks for sex after any number of terrible things.
He's wary, now, and that is strange for him. It's normal enough, in the grand scheme of things, but never something he's experienced before. His trauma is always dealt with under violence or sex, and now both feel utterly unapproachable.
But still he leans into her hand, and does her the favor of at least breathing through his nose.]
Spam
He's wary, now, and that is strange for him. It's normal enough, in the grand scheme of things, but never something he's experienced before. His trauma is always dealt with under violence or sex, and now both feel utterly unapproachable.
But still he leans into her hand, and does her the favor of at least breathing through his nose.]
Are you sure?
[He's never felt the need to ask her before.]