“Hugging you. Like…holding you. You know.” I’m awkward now. He’s gonna laugh or something. “I’m so tired,” he murmurs. “Can you say that again?” Fuck, I’m babbling as he tries to fall asleep. “I’m just weird.” I laugh. “I’m saying I’ve been wanting to hug you. For a really long time,” I whisper. “Like some kind of clinger.”
