"I don't think that," Anton mumbled. "I don't think you're crazy." It wasn't completely true, but he wanted it to be. He wanted to be able to trust someone, and Davan was the only one here. There was a lot he didn't know - there was a lot neither of them knew about each other - but Anton got the sense that Davan understood the things that mattered most: how it felt to be outside, to look at everyone else and know that you could never be like they were.
"Thanks," he said to Davan's offer and, unspoken, for his distance. He didn't flinch away this time. He didn't feel the urge. Standing so near to Davan, he didn't feel the panic that normally overwhelmed him having to fear and anticipate the most casual contact. "I'll remember."