He looked up at me warily. “I didn’t mean to pry, I’m sorry.” “Don’t worry about it.” He swallowed forcibly and I watched the movement of his throat idly. Purely intending to give him a hug, as he seriously looked in need of one, I leaned over across his chest, bringing my hands underneath him. He radiated warmth, but he was shaking slightly, breathing shallowly. He left his arms on the couch, not returning my hug and his body stiffened slightly. Sighing softly, I remembered how easy and comfortable touching him used to be…apparently, that was gone now too. I pulled back a little, to ask him if he needed anything. My breath stopped when I noticed his face, his eyes. His face looked pained, like I was hurting him. His eyes were gazing past my shoulder, intently focused on anything but me, and they were narrowed in anger. His breathing was shallow and fast through his open lips. I immediately let go of him. “Kellan…?” “Excuse me…” he said roughly and sat up on the couch.
