As a kid he was sent to an all boys boarding school. He was mostly ignored, never really talking to people or having many interactions. That’s where he found his love for reading and painting.. though he was forced into piano lessons. He didn’t mind that too much.

His parents were rich so he had a relatively comfortable life. They were never there much and when they were they ignored him.

All this to say, he never got affection or love. He barely knows what the touch of a human feels like against his soft skin even as he’s approaching the age of 24. When he does feel it occasionally it’s as if heaven itself reached down and held him in a blanket of warmth. And then it’s gone in the blink of an eye.

Now what? You never seemed to stop touching him. He could barely stand it. He kept squirming but you never stopped, just gave that stupid grin and-

“Are you going to just keep touching me like that?” He finally mumbled out and moved away from your hand on his shoulder