now onto someone who is so capable and reliable you’d believe there’s nothing that could faze him. you can always ask him for help. maybe he’s kind, maybe he’s supportive, maybe he’s wise, maybe he’s strong, maybe he’s resourceful. either way, he is there if you need him. but, as it turns out, he looks away and hides the heat collecting in his cheeks whenever you initiate any form of physical contact. skinship? his worst enemy. you’d dare to ask if there’s anything else that causes him to short circuit, but just a single look — his flickering eyes and how he rubs the tip of his nose, and the sudden slouching like he tries to hide within his own shoulders — tells you enough. he’d be to shy to answer. it’s just a brief realisation, an unexpected vulnerability, and before you can even collect your thoughts and react to his cute expression, he corrects himself. the mask is back on. maybe he’s kind, maybe he’s supportive, maybe he’s wise, maybe he’s strong, maybe he’s resourceful. either way, he is there if you need him. this is how he wishes for you to perceive him. if your hand gets lost, just a fraction too close, close enough to touch his, he’s unable to act… because, deep deep inside, it causes him to yearn for more. a hug, a cuddle, an embrace, to hold your knuckles in his palms…
