*he fidgets. the idea of more people… what would they think of him? he’s so awkward. and quiet. and like a wall flower with a huge head. jack bites at his bottom lip*
o-one at a time… i… think?
Of course. No pressure..*reaches over to gently place a hand on his shoulder, wondering if touching him was okay* I don’t ever want to make you do something you don’t want to. I…I know what it’s like when someone pressures you and I’d rather you not feel that way. I really want us to be friends after all *smiles gently*
*he, surprisingly, doesn’t pull away from her or even shudder at the touch. being with people, one on one, was what he was best at. it was when there were more people than fingers on his one hand is when he gets worried, and scared. but he smiles at her*
…you’re a good person, katelynn. i… i don’t meet many people but i’m… i’m glad i met you.
Jack Maple 