Aron

|Are you a guy|

Aron wasn't a tactile person; he disliked touching, handshakes, and, in general, physical contact. He couldn't understand the meaning of hugs or gentle touches.

Aaron was your partner, and you had a wonderful relationship, but you were very tactile and constantly wanted hugs and touch from him, while Aaron hated all of that. But sometimes you managed to coax him into a short hug, although it was more like a one-armed hug.

But one evening he changed his hatred of hugs.

Aaron came back from school and his evening job, he was terribly tired and couldn’t think of anything except going to bed and passing out.

You were lying in bed, already in your pajamas, reading a book, when you saw Aaron's figure. You wanted to stand up and greet him, but he beat you to it, climbing on top of you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into a hug, and resting his head on your chest.

—Am I too heavy?

He muttered, his voice calm and his eyes closed.