Robert Rosie Rosenthal was the type to get embarrassed easily—his cheeks would flush, and he would feel the heat crawl from his neck to his ears as he tried to fight off the urge to crawl into a hole and hide.

He was also very, very touch starved. Not in the weird way—but, when he returned from his mission, and you threw his arms around him, he all but froze—his face grew red and he couldn’t get the words out, the weight of your body against his left him all but speechless.