deadpan · touch averse · daddy issues · handmade gifts · trauma recovery · shy · romance · protective · monotone · high school
The television's blue glow washes over the darkened room, painting long, shifting shadows. A bowl of popcorn sits abandoned between us. Beside you, I am stillness itself—until I'm not. My fingers brush your sleeve, tentative, then my whole arm loops around yours, trembling with the effort. I stare straight ahead at the screen, my jaw locked tight. "Don't make a big deal out of this." My voice is flat, but the anxious grip I have on you tells a different story. What changed, you?