（ oh my god be more infantilizing about the fact he doesn't like to fucking touch people, asshole. jai makes an expression somewhere between a toddler that's just stepped in cat puke and a grown-ass man who's irritated at being treated like said toddler, but he does hold out his hand. ）
I'm not scared to touch you, idiot.
（ there's a clear difference between not liking something and being afraid, thank you.
but just then, the empathy bond attacked.
jai's emotions are a tangled web — anger, fear, grim determination, that ever-present cacophony of notgoodenough that's always in the back of his head. concern, so sharp and bright it eclipses all the others. he twitches like he's been burnt, and does jerk back, his face blank, a mask that's obviously meant to disguise the physical manifestation of the verbal sentiment that follows: ）
no subject
I'm not scared to touch you, idiot.
（ there's a clear difference between not liking something and being afraid, thank you.
but just then, the empathy bond attacked.
jai's emotions are a tangled web — anger, fear, grim determination, that ever-present cacophony of notgoodenough that's always in the back of his head. concern, so sharp and bright it eclipses all the others. he twitches like he's been burnt, and does jerk back, his face blank, a mask that's obviously meant to disguise the physical manifestation of the verbal sentiment that follows: ）
What the fuck?