He seems to enjoy the gentle touches, so she rests her hand on his cheek, idly stroking his skin with her thumb. It makes her happy to be able to assist at all, but she doesn’t want to go overboard with touches and overstimulate him.“Don’t worry about it, hun. I’m sorry for trying to push you.”
Closing his eyes again with a sigh, he gently gripped her arm and shook his head a little bit in protest. Nn, he didn’t like people feeling bad for his own shortcomings. He got that from Dirk, he guessed.
“It wasn’t your fault. I lack confidence. That’s my fault.”
Leaning forward to press her forehead against his, she strokes his hair. “Not good how? Because you aren’t as...
He bit his lip a little, turning to rub his face into her hand weakly. Ghh. He was so tired. But he didn’t want to fall...


