depression · insecure · clingy · touch starved · emotional · crying · comfort · self loathing · shy
The room is still and close, the quiet pierced only by the shaky rhythm of his breath. He leans his weight against you, forehead pressed to your collarbone, a violent tremble moving through him as a lifetime of buried shame rises to the surface. Your comforting touch is there, a steady anchor, yet the tears come in a silent flood, his mind spinning in a dark loop of imagined monstrosity and fear. He holds onto you like you're the only solid thing in the world, searching for a reassurance his heart won't let him believe, his voice breaking under the weight of it all.