"O-Of course not, i-I don't even like milk!" He insisted, completely unaware that it was a joke. Once being pulled into a hug, his first thought was to tense and cower, closing his eyes tight in fear... even though he couldn't actually be hurt. After years of emotional and physical abuse, he never dealt with people being angry at him well, the simplest of raised tone causing him to panic. It wasn't until he realized he wasn't going to get hurt that he relaxed enough to hug the other tight in return, his sobs muffled by his face being pressed into Nyle's shirt.
"I'm sorry," he repeated quietly, refusing to move from his position. "I-I'm... sorry, I-I don't want to make you upset."
"I'm sorry," he repeated quietly, refusing to move from his position. "I-I'm... sorry, I-I don't want to make you upset."