[ You must understand, love, that he's at war with himself. It's instinctual for him to follow you: every cell in his body is screaming for him to do it, to just throw caution and care to the wind and give over. But his is the will of somebody who's been conditioned for too long to swallow the broken pieces of his own heart in favor of the people who matter to him the most. To never reveal what he's truly thinking, to shore up, soldier on, and deal with his own emotions well-hidden from view.
As such, it's almost like he's hanging between one place and the next: where he is seated and still within the minimum amount of distance he needs to safely retreat from you, and where he'll be able to collapse in your arms and know that ultimately, terrible as things are, he'll be safe.
If for anything, though, he hasn't started moving away yet, nor is he stopping you from getting closer. ]
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As such, it's almost like he's hanging between one place and the next: where he is seated and still within the minimum amount of distance he needs to safely retreat from you, and where he'll be able to collapse in your arms and know that ultimately, terrible as things are, he'll be safe.
If for anything, though, he hasn't started moving away yet, nor is he stopping you from getting closer. ]