At least explaining that he wasn't good with physical contact wasn't as awkward as explaining the scars on his arms or that yes, he really did intend to spend the rest of his life hiding in a rain forest watching rare insects in their natural habitat. This sort of thing people tended to actually understand.
"...I'm not good with... touching," he explained without much emotion, the sheepishness around the edge of his lips turning briefly apologetic. A little tilt of his head forward was meant to show that he was still following, that his attention was still focused in on her and that he had every intention of being well-behaved enough to follow her without being dragged.
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