[ He's a physical person himself, knowing that touch is a way to get people to open up, but what started out of necessity had become second nature. People always responded to friendly touches in reactive ways, whether negative or positive didn't even matter. It's human nature to respond. He's always kept his touches casual, an arm around the shoulder here and a hair ruffle there, invasions of personal space to the point of annoying. It's casual because anything else would be too much that he can't afford, he's only human too in the end. But somewhere along the way the line he'd drawn had started blurring, somewhere between hugs from trusting Finder boys and dainty fingers curling in sleeves that his hand fit over perfectly. It couldn't be helped.
His fingers curl lightly around hers automatically, silent acceptance of the touch. It is comforting, perhaps more than it should be, and the way she runs her thumb over his fingers makes him want to close his eye and drift off. But no, he'd vowed to give her answers, even if that was only in his head. After being put through all that, she deserved that much.
The fact that Lenalee's already told her some helps and he doesn't see much harm in telling when that particular war was a world away. Plus he's a blabbermouth by nature, he would've ended up telling her sooner or later.
He returns the squeeze and briefly closes his eye, almost as if to steel himself, before opening it again with a look of weary determination. It's alright. ]
Did she tell you about the Millennium Earl and his Akuma? Or Noah too?
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[ He's a physical person himself, knowing that touch is a way to get people to open up, but what started out of necessity had become second nature. People always responded to friendly touches in reactive ways, whether negative or positive didn't even matter. It's human nature to respond. He's always kept his touches casual, an arm around the shoulder here and a hair ruffle there, invasions of personal space to the point of annoying. It's casual because anything else would be too much that he can't afford, he's only human too in the end. But somewhere along the way the line he'd drawn had started blurring, somewhere between hugs from trusting Finder boys and dainty fingers curling in sleeves that his hand fit over perfectly. It couldn't be helped.
His fingers curl lightly around hers automatically, silent acceptance of the touch. It is comforting, perhaps more than it should be, and the way she runs her thumb over his fingers makes him want to close his eye and drift off. But no, he'd vowed to give her answers, even if that was only in his head. After being put through all that, she deserved that much.
The fact that Lenalee's already told her some helps and he doesn't see much harm in telling when that particular war was a world away. Plus he's a blabbermouth by nature, he would've ended up telling her sooner or later.
He returns the squeeze and briefly closes his eye, almost as if to steel himself, before opening it again with a look of weary determination. It's alright. ]
Did she tell you about the Millennium Earl and his Akuma? Or Noah too?