It's not just hugs. I don't like to be touched at all. [But why? Does he even know why? He used to love getting hugs and cuddling up to his sister and holding hands. Everything changed so fast.]
I've been on my own for a while. And alone. [He starts fumbling with the skull ring on his finger, twisting it around and around.] No one wants to be around someone like me. If someone's going to touch me, it's to send me the other direction, not ... not because they want a ... a hug ... or ... And ... I don't blame them. [He trails off there, voice wavering.]