Prompt: tactile

Attor was by no means someone that was openly tactile, openly hating the feel of people touching him but still, there was something palpable about his willingness to allow his younger brother to snuggle close and fall asleep on him. He sighed softly, running a hand over Peak's hair. He glanced up to see his [not my] girl[friend - although, he was realizing denying what he felt wasn't working anymore] standing there, head tilted to the side and a smile on her features.

"Well," she said quietly, not wanting to disturb Peak. "At least that disprove Dr Logan's theory of tactile agnosia."

That had him arching a brow ever so slightly. "He said what?"

"That you couldn't identify things by touch."

Attor grumbled. "No, it's more, I don't like being touched because I can't stand what I've become."

"Z'neth," she murmured softly, her gaze softening.