( scared isn't the right word, but he snorts at jai being an indignant ass anyway. reaches his other hand out to grab hold of jai's one, intending to run his thumbs down his palms, over knuckles. give him something solidifying and not fucking terrifying to focus on for a moment instead of how fucked everything has gotten. see? he can be helpful.
except their skin touches, and something else happens. a plethora of emotions that definitely do not belong to him intermingled in with his own fucked up fear, anxiety buried deep, the relief that jai actually opted to let him fucking try something barely there considering the shock that bursts to the surface when they actually do make contact. jai jerks back and aidan's pulling both his hands back to his side of the booth just as fast.
no subject
except their skin touches, and something else happens. a plethora of emotions that definitely do not belong to him intermingled in with his own fucked up fear, anxiety buried deep, the relief that jai actually opted to let him fucking try something barely there considering the shock that bursts to the surface when they actually do make contact. jai jerks back and aidan's pulling both his hands back to his side of the booth just as fast.
purses his lips. )
It wasn't me.