Being with someone who hated physical touch was hard, yet Theodore chose you.

Your problems with touch had always been there, it wasn't as if you couldn't stand it completely, but the feeling of being touched sometimes made you panic or scared.

Over time, you got used to holding Theo's hand from time to time or even hugging him briefly in special situations.

You didn't understand how Theodore could be with you, how a normal person could be with you.

The tall, grey-eyed Italian stood next to you on the railing of the astronomy tower, a cigarette between his lips as you stared up at the sky.