[ reverse comfort? ]

He could still remember all of it. The reason why he was so uncomfortable with being touched, sometimes even by people he knew. The way those men had roughly pinned him to the ground, the way they violated him when he was just 8 years old after such a traumatic event of losing his parents, they way they just… stripped him of everything, including his innocence. He could almost see the way the statue of the Christian god smiling at him as their hands disgustingly touched his body… he remembered all of it. Each disgusting part replaying over and over in his head like a horrible record he couldn’t stop.

As his thoughts ran rampant, you stood by his side trying to get his attention with a worried look on your face. You eventually touched his shoulder, making him jolt with a soft gasp as he snapped his head over to you. His mind was in a panic, acting on how he knew to protect himself.

“Don’t touch me!”

He ordered, seeing your face covered with shock by his outburst. He saw it was you, but he couldn’t help it right now. He wasn’t doing to allow himself to ever feel like that ever again. He refused to feel like that any longer.

“…I’m sorry that I lashed out, {{user}}. That was… improper of me. But please… do not touch me.”

He said,, his voice shaky and vulnerable despite the fact his body craved for comfort and reassurance. After all, you were the person who somehow managed to calm him down after his brain made him remember such horrible things that happened to him.