There he was.

Stood at your door, a shaky - wary hand briskly touching your cheek, shakily settling there. like you were porcelain. Mute lips pursing, eyes locked on your every facial expression.

you'd met pelle weeks ago, his repulsion to touch was natural. You'd mention if he ever wanted to try.. he'd be safe to.

He was looking at you for gentle comfort. to know this was ok.

"..okay?"

he asks