Julin tensed up further as Alfie held the back of his neck and he found his own breathing speeding up even though Alfie was the one upset here, but if it was because he was more afraid or something else he wasn't sure.
The cold that rushed in where Alfie had been lying into him made him huddle up on the couch, looking down at his knees as Alfie hurried to get space between them. He'd done something he shouldn't have, hadn't he... he'd kissed Alfie because, because his feelings had told him to, had been telling him to do so for some time if he was correct, and Alfie had just been reaching out for comfort and Julien had... he shuddered now, feeling sick at himself. "I'm sorry, I-" he started, but didn't know how to end.