His wrist is caught in a strong, firm palm and his eyes divert to where they meet. It's a rather kind touch, something he wants, and he keeps his wrist still in hopes of maintaining their contact. He wants so badly to stay the center of someone's attention. He wants so badly to believe Auron is still here because he cares about him now, rather than seeing him as an obligation. He has been an obligation for so long. Too long. He wants to be special.

He steps forward, pressing his forehead against Auron's chest, and scolds him again.

"Then make it more obvious, damn it... how am I supposed to know what you've decided when you never tell me the truth?"