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“No don’T -”
The technician throws his arms up defensively at the invasion and sucks in a frantic breath.
“DO N-n-NOT TOUCH ME!” His wailing voice breaks and his hands ball into fists, nails digging into his own palms.
Sudden unconsented touches always remind him of Her. Memories of violating hands and a cruel blade hovering behind his work chair waiting for him to make a mistake- and he always makes mistakes- stupid STUPID BOY-
Techie realizes he’s started shaking uncontrollably.
“Why- why would you do th-that?”
Techie can barely breathe as he attempts to forcefully blink his eyes and remind himself that he is not- and never will be- back in Peachtrees. Trauma grips his lungs within his chest and it burns terribly until he becomes aware he hasn’t taken a breath.
Techie does not like to be touched, certainly not suddenly and intimately without his permission; it’s as if the breif contact has burned him.
It is entirely too long before he manages a shuddering inhale.