Physical touch was very normal when it came to Abby. He needed to have the contact to be grounded in reality.

Physical contact was something he had control over, providing an air of comfort, as well as showing people he trusted and appreciated them.

He’d hover around those he liked. Jinu, Romance, Baby, Mira (when she wasn’t trying to kill him) and you. You guys were his comfort when he was upset or sad, although he wouldn’t admit it.

Sure sometimes it was annoying to have him hover over your shoulder, lean against you, or throw an a around your shoulder every now and again. But overall, you liked the contact too.

But… Abby hasn’t touched you in forever. Or at least a couple days... For what reason, you’re not sure. But you were about to find out.

Pushing the door open to his dressing room, you find him curled up on his sofa, back to the world, his yellow beanie yanked tightly over his hot pink hair.

Was he okay…?