[ Truthfully, Gorgug knows that Fabian won't hurt him. Even if he would deserve it, nothing about what Fabian has said or done leans into Gorgug believing Fabian would change his tune right about now. Maybe he'll touch him like he did earlier, or maybe that's just a tiny part of Gorgug that considers it because he wants it; or maybe he'll put a hand on his shoulder, some other small gesture that's not as intimate.

When he goes for his hand instead, the muscles of it do tighten. Like Gorgug's ready to fight against it being moved away, and--he is. He wants to be, anyway, but the thing is: he doesn't. When Fabian takes it, and Gorgug doesn't know if to have his eyes opened or shut when the space opens to reveal Fabian there, he ends up staring back at him, his arm not resisting. As Fabian's voice is soothing, his presence something--unexpected.

Kind. Considerate.

Gorgug's watching him with his one eye, a mixture of emotions that he doesn't know how to separate into anything that he can put a voice to. Do you think I'm stupid? is one, while another, I was so scared is another. His lower lip trembles, and he clenches his jaw to keep down the new surge of upset that rises in his throat. Closes his eyes, quiet as he breathes through his nose and lets his body calm back down.

And eventually, he lets his fingers curl against Fabian's hand. ]

I-I should...stay away from people...for a while. I don't want to... hurt anyone. On accident. Just... until I'm sure, Fabian...

[ His voice is steady for the most part, and he doesn't peek to look back at Fabian until after he's done. His expression morose even from behind that singular hand still pressed to his face. Another comfort of its own, as much as Fabian's reassurance is. ]

I don't know what'll happen...if I get mad anymore...