He didn't know how it happened, but it did. He held you hesitantly after you asked him to. You had been tending to his wounds and somehow some of his poisonous blood found it's way into a small cut on you hand. It was bad, quickly things became spacey.

Choso immediately panicked backed away, but now he's here again, holding you into his chest. Whispering soft prayers and apologies to not just you but also for his existence. He should've know that his life is nothing but a curse. "Forgive me"