Cobaltite leaned into the pulling, perfectly content to be manhandled. If it were up to Cobaltite, people would touch each other all the time. Not in a creepy way though! Just. In a friendly way? He just found comfort in touch, he guessed. Logically it made sense - as a child he'd had serious sight problems so touch had been important to him, and whilst they were a lot better now, thanks to the best medical care money could buy (and did that prove his mother cared for him?) he still had the leftover urge to map people's faces with his hands instead of his eyes.
But he wasn't going to do that. He liked Coffinite, and whilst that meant he'd like to hold his hand and maybe hug him a little, he'd learned that generally people considered that romantic instead of platonic, and therefore unwanted. He understood that. He wouldn't like it if someone started making romantic overtures out of the blue at him. So he reigned himself in. You know, mostly.
Talking about raining, the drizzle was beginning to clear and the moon was bright and high now in the sky - which meant it was getting late. Cobaltite frowned. Tomorrow was a school day - and he didn't want to fall asleep in class.
"I...should probably get going."
He did sound genuinely remorseful though this time - which he was. But then he perked up.
"But I'll see you around, right?"
