Broken Boulder peel back your skin and try to forget how it feels

Touch came easily to Alarian in most situations— it was a simple thing, the most basic form of communication granted, and really he didn't mind it at all. Except— oh god— except right now. Right now it was absolutely not okay, but when Delight stepped closer, he couldn't help leaning slightly into the offered shoulder. Nervousness instantly stemmed the flow of tears; all he could focus on was the warmth of their mingling fur.
For a few blissful moments, anyway. He pulled back with an expression of shock and bewilderment— and some amusement. Lily? No— no, no, definitely not— I'm gay as hell, and she was— into Lennon, I'm pretty sure... He frowned slightly, thoughtful for a couple beats; he had never seen much of the two together, but it certainly seemed that way. Then his focus turned back to Delight, still rather confused. Why?