"Sometimes, touching helps," Theodore said, tugging at his hair again. "B-but I can't ask that of you, no no. D-don't worry about it..." He put his head back on his shoulders. "It's...I can deal with it." I'm sure you'd love for him to touch you, Theodore, the voice squealed. "Shut up," he growled softly, then looked at Jamie sheepishly, blushing. "Not you. No, not you. Sorry."