Despite everything, he starts to relax. Maybe it's the touch energy, maybe it's the familiar contact. He doesn't want to think about the whys and the consequences, and the complications. He desperately misses just being able to be and to care. Not have to think about when it's going to end or if they ever really understood each other. Any of it.

But it's not that simple anymore, probably never was and he just didn't notice.

But he doesn't really want to fight. It was why he offered the popsicle. Why he couldn't let MK's needing him be enough to kick him into action. But he wasn't ready to face it after. Maybe he never will be...either of them.