“Sorry,” they say instantly, which might be cheeky, but really it's just reflex because they wince right after. “S — I mean, I don't mean to upset you — it's just habit.” They start chewing on their knuckle again. If they keep doing that someday they're going to draw blood.
“I'm — tired. Really tired. I — do you want, um — maybe, do you want to stay here tonight?” They've both agreed to something but neither is quite sure what it was, except maybe at least spending more time together, and anyway it had been nice, the last time, sleeping together in the most literal sense of the word. Then they would have a reason to hold his hand.