[That's probably been the worst part of it, not being able to be touched. On one level he can think of nothing more comforting but then seconds after the thought occurs to him the fear starts to creep in. If he touches you you'll melt again, you'll stop being yourself again, you'll be trapped again. It's insidious and he hates it because he knows it's hard on Marco too, Marco who just wants to help him.
But he's feeling good now. He's still bright and full of laughter and maybe that will be enough. Carefully he extricates one arm from the blanket and extends his hand toward Marco.]
You can hold my hand. If you want.
[Which is a stupid thing to say, really, because he's pretty sure they're both very invested in Marco holding his hand. Just... hopefully he doesn't lose his nerve.]
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But he's feeling good now. He's still bright and full of laughter and maybe that will be enough. Carefully he extricates one arm from the blanket and extends his hand toward Marco.]
You can hold my hand. If you want.
[Which is a stupid thing to say, really, because he's pretty sure they're both very invested in Marco holding his hand. Just... hopefully he doesn't lose his nerve.]