1.35 Scared of you

"Are you okay? Were you hurt?" David lunges at me as soon as we find a safe space to stop running. His hands run through my hair and my arms, and I freeze in my spot, my skin tingling where he touched.

"Y--yeah. I'm okay." I tell him. He doesn't even notice my awkward reaction to his concern. He just continues checking me from head to toe, making sure I'm intact.

"What about you? Are you...okay?" I ask him.

He stops his inspection and stares at me, mouth open. There's a slight bleed in his lip, and I instinctively reach out to touch it. David flinches, stepping back from my hand. I pull back right away, cursing myself for forgetting how he feels about me right now.

"Hey! Are you going to order, or do you plan on just standing there by the door all night?" an old lady screeches from her place behind a register. I realize belatedly that David and I had entered a small diner while getting away from Jon.