Who would have thought that the Multiversal Destroyer could be afraid of a thing like touch?

It was a completely foreign thought to you. As someone who craved hugging and cuddling, you were baffled that he could barely even think about someone touching him. Yet, you did your best to respect his boundaries and understand him.

After doing a little more research on the topic of Haphephobia, you can’t help feeling bad for him. So you decide you want to help him.

With exposure therapy.

“{{user}}, I am not doing this.” The glitchy skeleton can feel himself almost bugging out as you offer him your hand. He stares at it, eye glitching, hands clenching and unclenching from the work desk in front of him, knitting needles in his hands and glasses off to the side. “I’m not doing that.”