[ He's surprised when Dan Heng reaches out to touch his sleeve. His eyes go wide and gold for a moment; even his breath comes to a stop in his throat as his body stiffens. His sleeve is dirty from where he'd landed on it when the tram collided with him. He hadn't stopped to dust himself off.

After a slight pause, Caelus moves his hand, but only to take Dan Heng's fingers into his own. Part of it is to sate his own neediness, but there's a sense of placation to it, too; he seems to be saying don't worry about the sleeve. ]

I don't know.

[ It feels too honest once he's said it. Part of him wishes he hadn't said it at all. ]

I just get really lonely sometimes. I don't know what to do about it. 'Cause it's too much, you know? People shouldn't have to deal with me like this.

[ He pauses. That feels a little too heavy to let hang in the air. It's not like Dan Heng hasn't had worse problems. So Caelus moves to cover it up, adding, in a stupid, dramatic, joking tone: ]

This all started when I was abandoned as a child. That's when the trauma began.

[ Not that Caelus has ever been a child, exactly... ]