[ Well, it's the same principle she's put into play with the 'you should let me take all the punches to protect you from them because I can better handle it', so she can either acknowledge the hypocrisy or she can shut it.
He wouldn't mind her touching him, too much. He's in a weird state where even the air is starting to become a little prickly, but she is okay. She's soothing, smoothing, and while her touch, even as it stands now, around his hand, is burning him, he doesn't mind, because it's okay.
But by the time they are landing, he's firmly within his own mind, fully retreated and acting on instinct only, responsive to her touch and to being directed to this place or the other. Any pain from contact is brushed down, barely recognized unless the pain is something intentional, like a cut, a prick, or the like, at which point he will retaliate, abruptly and without mercy. It is the ultimate defensive stance, defensive entirely, but by rote of preventing the need for further defensive measures.
No one has touched him yet, because they're aware of the sensitivity but unsure as of yet how it works. But they're touching her, and through the connection he can feel that, that she doesn't like it, isn't ready for it. So he stands, moves slowly, without letting go of her at all, because she is the anchor, she is keeping him grounded, and it's her mind that reminds his own that these are friendlies, that these people are trying to help, even if that help is unwanted right now. Without that contact, he would simply destroy them.
Moving slowly, but with her, looking at her with unfocused eyes - all the motions, but nobody's home - helping her to get off the helicopter without too much worry. He hopes. Sort of. In as much as he's hoping right now at all. ]
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He wouldn't mind her touching him, too much. He's in a weird state where even the air is starting to become a little prickly, but she is okay. She's soothing, smoothing, and while her touch, even as it stands now, around his hand, is burning him, he doesn't mind, because it's okay.
But by the time they are landing, he's firmly within his own mind, fully retreated and acting on instinct only, responsive to her touch and to being directed to this place or the other. Any pain from contact is brushed down, barely recognized unless the pain is something intentional, like a cut, a prick, or the like, at which point he will retaliate, abruptly and without mercy. It is the ultimate defensive stance, defensive entirely, but by rote of preventing the need for further defensive measures.
No one has touched him yet, because they're aware of the sensitivity but unsure as of yet how it works. But they're touching her, and through the connection he can feel that, that she doesn't like it, isn't ready for it. So he stands, moves slowly, without letting go of her at all, because she is the anchor, she is keeping him grounded, and it's her mind that reminds his own that these are friendlies, that these people are trying to help, even if that help is unwanted right now. Without that contact, he would simply destroy them.
Moving slowly, but with her, looking at her with unfocused eyes - all the motions, but nobody's home - helping her to get off the helicopter without too much worry. He hopes. Sort of. In as much as he's hoping right now at all. ]