jakeperalta:Slowly, as I would with a wounded animal, my hands stretches out and brushes a wave of h
jakeperalta:Slowly, as I would with a wounded animal, my hands stretches out and brushes a wave of hair from his forehead. He freezes at my touch, but doesn’t recoil. So I continue to gently smooth back his hair. It’s the first time I have voluntarily touched him since the last arena. “You’re still trying to protect me. Real or not real,” he whispers. -- source link