He was beginning to thrive on human contact, he thought. Both fleeting and lingering touches from the people he'd met throughout his past few days had built a tapestry in Harold's mind, lending him something of an emotional safety net.
There was no sexuality in it. That was good. Actually, that was amazing. Harold added that strand to his tapestry.
He sighed when the hand was pulled away. "Ghost of bar fights past, my friend. We have terrible luck, don't we, dude?"
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Date: 2009-08-21 05:50 pm (UTC)He was beginning to thrive on human contact, he thought. Both fleeting and lingering touches from the people he'd met throughout his past few days had built a tapestry in Harold's mind, lending him something of an emotional safety net.
There was no sexuality in it. That was good. Actually, that was amazing. Harold added that strand to his tapestry.
He sighed when the hand was pulled away. "Ghost of bar fights past, my friend. We have terrible luck, don't we, dude?"