[There seem to be dozens of things he could say -- wants to say, all at odds with one another. Stay. Go. You're not a bother. Leave me alone. Stay away from me. Don't leave. Laid over the background of fresh trauma that he's yet to fully process, it's all too much. He doesn't move, but part of him wants to, while the rest of him feels terrified at the thought of a single touch.
Numb and quiet, he manages a nod, finally letting his eyes lower to the ground.]
... Alright.
[The word comes out softly, a croak from his still-sore throat, a reminder of how bad things had gotten very, very recently. That said, he doesn't move, yet. He'll wait for Mikey to leave first.
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Numb and quiet, he manages a nod, finally letting his eyes lower to the ground.]
... Alright.
[The word comes out softly, a croak from his still-sore throat, a reminder of how bad things had gotten very, very recently. That said, he doesn't move, yet. He'll wait for Mikey to leave first.
Call it survival instinct.]