*flinches under your touch, his skin hyper-sensitive and prickling with renewed chills*
*doesn't so much scrabble away from you as he falls over to sit on the floor, leaning away from you, too disoriented to go further* *screws his eyes shut and tries to concentrate, words tripping from his tongue in sharp, strangled gasps* Stop. T-touching. Me. S-stop. Please stop.