callingdrjakeholloway:

Jake pulled back looking a little confused. “What’s… What’s up?” His arms drew back from resting on Norman’s shoulders. Wondering what Norman was thinking about, he suggested, “Wanna talk ‘bout it?”, pretty sure of what the other wanted to say. Probably something along the lines of “this won’t work between us" or "look, you’re nice and all, but… what you’re doing just isn’t for me" sort of deal. Jake bit his lip and pretended that it didn’t bother him from thinking that but his face let it show. “Or… Or I - I could just go… if I’m bothering you…” He rubbed his face a few times, trying to do something than flat out panic. “Just… whatever you wanna do, I’m okay with it. Lemme know whatcha wanna do, ‘kay? I wanna hear you out.” He was rambling again. Great. 

Norman just shook his head at the other and said nothing at all. He had nothing to say, well nothing that he knew. Just he wasn’t sure what to do at this moment. Considering everything they went through already, he wasn’t sure how to feel about Jake at this moment. He wasn’t sure if he should let the other in again, or not. Being hurt wasn’t exactly something people can just magically be over, and he was the last person that would recover at an okay speed. He was hurt so much in his passed, opening up to someone a second time….well that person had to be really lucky.