Claudio was raised in a tactile home, so to say he was a tactile person was pretty much a fact. Even if in this place he didn't get that close to people anymore. He tended to fade away from people (physically & metaphorically) instead of getting too close. It was easier. But Claudio did tend to respond better to contact. Contacts in all forms.
You tell him to 'come back' or 'don't dart off and go invisible you little shit' and he literally can ignore that a person said anything at all. Grab his arm however and things got real. Things connected in his head in a way that he was reminded he needed to stay where he was and not make a run for it. The sooner 'someone' learned that trick he'd have an easier time of keeping the invisa boy around in an argument. Sort of. It's not a rule set in stone, but it is something.
It was grounding for him. Contact made something in his head connect.
Like now. Simply being closer and knowing that Trauma didn't just hate him helped, yes, but the fact that he didn't shove him away helped more. At first when the other moved, Claudio did almost draw back, face starting to burn a bit in a blush. Except he realized he wasn't being pushed away. His fingers flexed tighter on belt loops a moment again, before he turned his head to look up at the other.
A brow raised as he watched Ter try to say things and then not. Then the irritated sound made him sit up a bit, drawing away, though he kept his tiny hold on the other still, looking confused for a moment as he started to actually speak.
He blinked... then smiled faintly, relaxing just a bit more, realizing he had tensed up the moment the other actually tried to speak.
A soft chuckled might have been heard, faint and small. "Did you just ask me on a date?" He said with the faintest smile. It was true. The more he thought about it, the more it seemed like they had already been dating. But then again, that's how best friends work too, right? Except the whole sharing a space, a bed sometimes, and being around each other all the damn time.
Moved into a bigger home. Still shared a room. Who does that?
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You tell him to 'come back' or 'don't dart off and go invisible you little shit' and he literally can ignore that a person said anything at all. Grab his arm however and things got real. Things connected in his head in a way that he was reminded he needed to stay where he was and not make a run for it. The sooner 'someone' learned that trick he'd have an easier time of keeping the invisa boy around in an argument. Sort of. It's not a rule set in stone, but it is something.
It was grounding for him. Contact made something in his head connect.
Like now. Simply being closer and knowing that Trauma didn't just hate him helped, yes, but the fact that he didn't shove him away helped more. At first when the other moved, Claudio did almost draw back, face starting to burn a bit in a blush. Except he realized he wasn't being pushed away. His fingers flexed tighter on belt loops a moment again, before he turned his head to look up at the other.
A brow raised as he watched Ter try to say things and then not. Then the irritated sound made him sit up a bit, drawing away, though he kept his tiny hold on the other still, looking confused for a moment as he started to actually speak.
He blinked... then smiled faintly, relaxing just a bit more, realizing he had tensed up the moment the other actually tried to speak.
A soft chuckled might have been heard, faint and small. "Did you just ask me on a date?" He said with the faintest smile. It was true. The more he thought about it, the more it seemed like they had already been dating. But then again, that's how best friends work too, right? Except the whole sharing a space, a bed sometimes, and being around each other all the damn time.
Moved into a bigger home. Still shared a room. Who does that?