"Don't." Ben reacted badly, often lashing out, when someone touched him. This time was no different, disoriented as he was, he brought a hand up to swat Claire's hand away from his shoulder. "Don't touch me."
Ben pressed himself to the wall, as if he meant to disappear into the bricks at his back. His eyes closed, his brow furrowed. He let out a shaking breath. He knew he needed sleep, but he couldn't face the dreams that came with shutting his eyes.