"You're on to me, hmm?" he asked quietly, eyes fixed on the screen. "Guess I should up my game." Except he had no intention to. No ace in his sleeve.
"Mhmm, I guess so," Jason answered as he reached over and placed his hand over Dan's, "I don't know...your game's been working so far. Don't worry about it."
It was enough distraction to make him forget about the movie (again). "You're a very tactile person, you know that?" he asked by way of a reply, gaze shifting between Jason's hand over his and the other man's eyes.
"I know, I've always been like that, most of the time I don't notice unless someone points it out, I only do it if I'm comfortable around someone" Jason smiled faintly, "do you mind?"
"That you're comfortable around? Not at all." And he thought about cracking a joke about Norman Bates, but the occasion didn't seem to fit, so he kept quiet. After all, Jason did it all the time. With people he was comfortable with. There was no preferential treatment at play.
"Oh, good." Jason said quietly as he paid more attention to walking his fingertips along Dan's arm than the movie, "I'm more of a hugger though, but there's furniture in the way."
"A random hugger?" Dan grinned. "Should I get a restraining order against you just in case?" He was trying to follow the action on screen only with half an eye. The truth was that from the moment Psycho started and until now, he was still struggling to deal with Jason's presence in his home. It was like proverbial fruit of knowledge. One step and he'd be out of heaven for good.
"Serial offender," Jason grinned back at him, "if you don't like to be hugged, a restraining order'd be necessary. You're just lucky I'm comfortable where I am, or I'd hug you right now."
It shouldn't have sounded like Dan was missing out on anything, but it did. "Why would you want to do that?" he asked, puzzling over something simple.
"I'm a tactile person, and I like you. Do I need more reasons?" Jason shook his head slightly, "just because you had to ask is enough reason."
He may be a tactile person, Dan thought, but he himself was not. Touch meant something. Everything. It was practical when someone was pulling you out of a ravine and it was cold when it was patting your shoulder, saying you'd never walk again. But he shied away from saying all of this to the younger man. Kept silent instead.
Jason tried to return his attention to the movie, but ensuing silence just didn't sit right with him. So he decided he'd sacrifice his comfort and make good on his threat; he moved from the couch and hugged his arms around Dan's shoulders.
Dan felt the shift but couldn't appreciate what Jason was planning until he felt the arm wrap around his shoulders. It gave him pause, hands clenching over the wheelchair armrests for a short, stuttered moment before instinct took over and he hugged him back. "We're hugging over Hitchocck," he murmured, voice slightly muffled. "I hope you know that
"I wasn't paying attention to the movie," Jason admitted as he rested his chin against Dan's shoulder instead of loosening his hold, "I needed a hug. Do you mind?"
"No," he confessed and it was the truth. He didn't mind. His heart may've skipped a beat in his chest because it was the closest he'd ever been to anyone he didn't pay in years, but he didn't mind. He may've clutched a little harder than necessary at Jason's back, but he didn't mind.
Jason merely nodded and stayed in the embrace as long as his legs tolerated crouching beside the wheelchair. He kept his hands on Dan's arms as he shifted from resting on his toes to his knees, grinning at the man. "Thanks."