[ For a while he just continues staring at whatever fixed point he's chosen to stare at, whatever he's actually seeing being a far cry from what's being displayed before him. It's not until she actually touches him that he breaks his one-man staring contest, and that's just to look down at her hand as she moves it to sit next to his own.
This is where the whole 'it would be so easy to take her hand, accept the help, blah di blah, but i can't, i won't' thing would go, except it doesn't go here. It's not easy to take her hand right now, although it normally is, and it's not easy at all to accept the help she's offering, the friendship she's already shown. He actually doesn't want it at all, either, so that helps with making it not-easy. He doesn't want any help. He also doesn't want to do it by himself, either. He just doesn't want to handle it at all. He wants to leave it alone like he's been doing, deal with it when it arises and then squash it back down as quickly as possible and go back to pretending it's not there. Yes, I've cleaned my room, as long as you don't open the closet. Same basic theory. ]
I don't have to. [ Finally, a glance to her face, because he knows that, he does, and she needs to know that he knows that, apparently. But it's a quick glance, and then he's looking away again. ] I want to.
aww you're mine too
This is where the whole 'it would be so easy to take her hand, accept the help, blah di blah, but i can't, i won't' thing would go, except it doesn't go here. It's not easy to take her hand right now, although it normally is, and it's not easy at all to accept the help she's offering, the friendship she's already shown. He actually doesn't want it at all, either, so that helps with making it not-easy. He doesn't want any help. He also doesn't want to do it by himself, either. He just doesn't want to handle it at all. He wants to leave it alone like he's been doing, deal with it when it arises and then squash it back down as quickly as possible and go back to pretending it's not there. Yes, I've cleaned my room, as long as you don't open the closet. Same basic theory. ]
I don't have to. [ Finally, a glance to her face, because he knows that, he does, and she needs to know that he knows that, apparently. But it's a quick glance, and then he's looking away again. ] I want to.