he grew up an only child with parents who were too busy trying to put food on the table to spend too much time with him and he was fine with that. he had to be. throughout his school years and during his early adulthood, any physical contact he had with others were, to put it simply, more a detriment and unwanted than good and welcoming.
he has grown used to it though, after spending seven years in the fog. many of the survivors needed that comfort. he never did more than he had to, but he lent a shoulder and offered a hug whenever somebody really needed it. if it helped them, then that's all that matters.
truthfully, he has a soft spot for those who would come to him seeking comfort. it meant that they trusted him enough to.
trying to bite back a smile (and ultimately failing) at quentin's hug, dwight finally slings an arm around his shoulders as he nods his head affirmatively. ) We made it out. You're right. ( he can understand his enthusiasm, yet he can't match it. he hasn't allowed himself to fully give into that hope-filled thought. ) I, uh... I've been here for over a week. ( it's nice to be able to keep track of time again. ) Been living out in the woods. ( he jerks his chin at its general locale. ) That way.
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he grew up an only child with parents who were too busy trying to put food on the table to spend too much time with him and he was fine with that. he had to be. throughout his school years and during his early adulthood, any physical contact he had with others were, to put it simply, more a detriment and unwanted than good and welcoming.
he has grown used to it though, after spending seven years in the fog. many of the survivors needed that comfort. he never did more than he had to, but he lent a shoulder and offered a hug whenever somebody really needed it. if it helped them, then that's all that matters.
truthfully, he has a soft spot for those who would come to him seeking comfort. it meant that they trusted him enough to.
trying to bite back a smile (and ultimately failing) at quentin's hug, dwight finally slings an arm around his shoulders as he nods his head affirmatively. ) We made it out. You're right. ( he can understand his enthusiasm, yet he can't match it. he hasn't allowed himself to fully give into that hope-filled thought. ) I, uh... I've been here for over a week. ( it's nice to be able to keep track of time again. ) Been living out in the woods. ( he jerks his chin at its general locale. ) That way.