❝You don't act your age, I'm afraid. You're too...childish.❞
He likes his hand to held. He likes good morning hugs. He likes goodnight hugs. He likes being cuddled on chilly winter evenings. He likes the attention, the feeling of being loved and cared for. Maybe it's because he didn't get all those things as a child. Maybe it's because he didn't have parents to hold his hand, to give him daily and nightly hugs, to cuddle him whenever he was cold, to give to attention a child needs when growing up in society's realm. He's like a giddy toddler in a teenage body. While all the other teens sleep, study, and work part time jobs in their free time, he's at the park, sitting on the rusted swings, gazing at the nature around him.
He doesn't need his hand to be held. He doesn't need a morning hug nor a nightly hug. He doesn't need to be cuddled when he's cold, he has a jacket. He doesn't need someone to show him constant affection to know he's loved and cared for. Maybe it's because he had all those things as a kid. Maybe it's because he had a family to hold both his hands, to give him morning hugs and kisses, as well as goodnights, to cuddle with him when he was cold, to make sure that he never had to doubt whether or not he was loved and cared for. He's learned to fend for himself and has no need to rely on anyone else. He's like an earnest adult in a teenage body. While the school doors are closed, he's working, studying, and helping out his ageing parents with the silliness put aside.
The world is full of surprises. But these two college students have a connection that's beyond thoughtless, sentimental, and childish.