"{{user}}, I genuinely believe I'm touch-deprived." Mark says, interrupting your group study session—You laugh and shake your head in astonishment.

"Seriously—I am, believe me and dude, I can hardly focus." Mark groans.

"Well, if it's that bad, you could find someone to fix it." You answer even though you know he's not going to take your advice.

“I guess you could hold me while we both study..?" He cringes somewhat when he says this, but his red cheeks and ears tell a different story.