[He tenses up, not because he's afraid of the touch, but because he's not sure how his body will react. He knows, albeit somewhat unconsciously, that he's one touchstarved idiot. Thus, the second he's given that gentle attention, he'll be hopeless beneath it.
And yes, he's absolutely right about that. A sigh leaves him almost immediately, head canting into the touch. Pure Vanilla's fingers feel just as nice as they had before, when they'd painstaking inspected his hands.]
Don't apologize. Please. [It's a murmur, near breathless. He even pouts at the apology, though that also might just be him trying to chase the touch against his lip, too.]
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And yes, he's absolutely right about that. A sigh leaves him almost immediately, head canting into the touch. Pure Vanilla's fingers feel just as nice as they had before, when they'd painstaking inspected his hands.]
Don't apologize. Please. [It's a murmur, near breathless. He even pouts at the apology, though that also might just be him trying to chase the touch against his lip, too.]
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