She groaned a little in playful frustration. "You're killing me. Fine might not be that you dislike it, but you don't like it. You tolerate it."
She shrugged a little, looking up. “You know. What am I allowed to do for touch? What do you like? I mean... I touched your hair last night. Was that bad?”
"I don't care where you touch," he said nonchalantly. "I don't prefer when people touch my chest, but hugs are okay."
"Chest isn't good," she murmured under her breath, thinking for a moment. "Okay. So, I gotta remember that... Chest, chest, chest."
She looked up at him before nodding. "Hugs are okay," she repeated to herself. "Hugs are okay. No sleeping on him, but hugs are okay."
He laughed slightly, raising an eyebrow. "Wait, when did I say that? You sleep on me anyways. I don't mind."
She frowned, looking up at him in confusion. "But... your chest. You don't like people touching your chest."
"It's different," he said. "There's a difference between touching my chest intentionally and sleeping."
She approached him, tipping her head back to look at him. "Okay. Now, you tell me what's not good, okay?"
"I can do that," she said agreeably. "But it seems like it's more a problem with type of touch. Right? Like..." She moved forward and gave him a hug, looking up at him. "I'm basically touching your whole chest. But this doesn't bother you."
She beamed up at him before pulling away. "So... what about this, then?" She reached out and placed her hand on his side, cupping the left side of his ribcage gently, just above his waist.
