[He doesn't like being on his feet while Adrian is huddled on the ground. He's never liked that, never relished standing in the presence of someone else on his knees. It brings back too many memories, and so it's almost automatic that he sinks down low himself, easing his way across the floor rather than walking.]
Can I touch you?
[He settles in, easily within arm's reach, but leaving space sufficient to allow Adrian to be the one to decide how this goes.]
no subject
Can I touch you?
[He settles in, easily within arm's reach, but leaving space sufficient to allow Adrian to be the one to decide how this goes.]
Or you can touch me. I'm right here.