[Descole shudders, shaking her head. She thinks he's lying - well, not about what caused the issues in the first place, but that specific compulsion to scratch himself like that, just then, that had been her. She won't believe otherwise. She's too tired to argue it, though, so she just reaches out, digging her fingers into his shoulders more than is probably comfortable as she pulls him into a rigid hug. Touching is still difficult to get her head around at this moment, but at the same time she wants someone close to her.]
Am I hurting you, now? Tell me if I am. I don't want to, I just...
no subject
Am I hurting you, now? Tell me if I am. I don't want to, I just...