[The touch doesn't transform him. He's still as far from a wolf as you can get. What happens is that he turns his head towards her again, and there's surprise in his eyes at her words. Then he does take that step towards her, and without seemingly being aware of when he did that exactly he's touching her face. But he's still at an odd distance, a space between them their hands aren't bridging.]
I wish that was your call to make.
[Earnest, vulnerable, and surprisingly easy to admit in her presence because she's the only one who knows. He doesn't talk about the birds or his mom, but he'd told her - and maybe another reason he feels he can trust her with this, his wounds and scars, is because she's trusted him with some of hers.]
[They can't have you ... there's nothing he can believe about that. They've had him his whole life. Yet still, he's trying to keep it from his mind, or at least the forefront of it.]
[And it's showing. Because there's a lot to hold back, to get a grip on and manage and just try to understand.]
action;
I wish that was your call to make.
[Earnest, vulnerable, and surprisingly easy to admit in her presence because she's the only one who knows. He doesn't talk about the birds or his mom, but he'd told her - and maybe another reason he feels he can trust her with this, his wounds and scars, is because she's trusted him with some of hers.]
[They can't have you ... there's nothing he can believe about that. They've had him his whole life. Yet still, he's trying to keep it from his mind, or at least the forefront of it.]
[And it's showing. Because there's a lot to hold back, to get a grip on and manage and just try to understand.]