prompt: hugging (god this is bad, i'm sorry. i'm behind, i know, but i have more time to write now, though!)
Travis is an extremely tactile person. Wes learns this as soon as he meets him, seven years previous to now. The problem is, Wes isn't a tactile person - or at least, not so much as Travis is.
So every time that Travis attempts to touch him in any way (but not like that), he flinches away. But he can't possibly miss the hurt expression that crosses Travis' face each time. And that expression is not okay, never, not in any situation. So he's going to attempt to rectify this. Attempt being the key word, because he's fucking terrified of screwing this up.
The next time Travis rests his hand, too gingerly for Wes' liking, on Wes' shoulder, he doesn't flinch. He just lets it rest there. And if Travis gives him a strange look, then that's totally okay, because it isn't that damned hurt look.
Travis brings it up in therapy, and it looks like Wes is going to have to answer some very awkward questions before his phone buzzes. Just his, not Travis'. And maybe that should have clued him into something. But it doesn't.
He goes outside to answer it.
And he's still standing outside, holding the phone to his ear, when the session concludes and everyone leaves. He's dimly aware of the voice at the end of the phone saying, "Hello? Hello?" and Travis waving his hand in front of Wes' face saying, "Hey, Wes? You in there?"
He hangs up the phone; he can't face talking anymore right now. Some of that must show on Travis' face, because he doesn't say anything.
And then suddenly, Wes is in Travis' arms and he's hugging him tightly, and Travis, although probably surprised by this turn of events, hugs him back, just as tightly. "Hey," he's whispering into Wes' hair. "Hey. It's okay. I've got you." And Wes allows himself to think that it is.
