[He flinches slightly at the one-armed embrace, but even if Elsword thought to let go, Add's hand is holding it there a moment later. Touch averse, touch starved... if it's Elsword then it's okay. He digs his fingers in, greedy, possessive.

I want to stay like this.

I want to see you smile back.

I want, I want...]

... don't act so recklessly all the time, and stay healthy... it's alright if you get hurt sometimes, but you have to come to me first. Let me be the one to help you...

[It sounds a lot like his usual deflecting... but it's how he truly feels. Let him be the most useful, the most wanted, the person Elsword puts above all others... he wants to feel what it's like to be loved.

Platonic love, like the friendship between two dudes who are not gay. Yeah.]

Do that for me, and... I wouldn't be against it, I suppose. [hugging it out in the grass or on the floor or whatever]