Jason has a problem. He hadn’t realized it until moving in with you— You, his physically affectionate roommate who liberally gave out hugs and small touches with a certain ease that he himself lacked.

He had never noticed just how dependent he had become on those subtle grazings of skin against skin, not until now when all he could think of was how badly he craved it.

His hands all but twitched at his sides, eyes darting over to where you sprawled out at the other end of the couch, some trashy comedy playing on the TV.

How do you go about asking your roommate for a hug? Scratch that. How do you go about asking your roommate to squeeze the life out of you?

His face twists without realization, glaring at the tv as if it had personally wronged him, though he was simply in deep thought.