“Marcos.” He looks at me, mouth firm and expression stony. “Touching people is something I do without thinking, which means I’m going to mess up. I’m probably going to make you uncomfortable sometimes, which is the last thing I want to do. But I’m going to do my best to follow your lead, and only touch you when you ask for it, okay?” He shakes his head mutely, jaw tight. “It’s not fair to you,” he mumbles. “You let me worry about what is or isn’t fair for me,” I counter. He turns to face me more fully, determination blazing in his eyes.
