[He makes a few angry engine noises, but he pulls the comforter tighter around himself and quiets down again. His mental feed reduces to a steady hum, too, while he forces himself to calm, breathe, think.
After a minute or so, some of the tension leaves him, but he doesn't drop his blanket cocoon's tightness.]
Something...was wrong. I don't like being touched. Mostly. [It was hard to claim that as a hard and fast rule, when Emil had always been something of an exception...] But I really, really wanted to. Touch you, and...
[The blanket bundle huffs and shakes its head.]
No one knows what I'm talking about... They think I'm just being stupid or angry. It feels weird and bad, I'm not...crazy. [Okay, he's getting off topic. Let him take another minute.] I felt...things. That I don't feel. It wasn't me. You liked it. I really liked you.
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After a minute or so, some of the tension leaves him, but he doesn't drop his blanket cocoon's tightness.]
Something...was wrong. I don't like being touched. Mostly. [It was hard to claim that as a hard and fast rule, when Emil had always been something of an exception...] But I really, really wanted to. Touch you, and...
[The blanket bundle huffs and shakes its head.]
No one knows what I'm talking about... They think I'm just being stupid or angry. It feels weird and bad, I'm not...crazy. [Okay, he's getting off topic. Let him take another minute.] I felt...things. That I don't feel. It wasn't me. You liked it. I really liked you.