[ He doesn't jolt under Robin's hands but only just barely, controlling his instinctive flinch at an unexpected movement. Most of his experience with physical contact has been during training where Robin and Kid Flash both delight in running rings around him, scoring points for every touch he can't stop or keep up with. Sometimes a hand falls on his shoulder, or one of the others brushes by him, or sits down on the couch next to him, but the casual intimacy that normal humans (and humanoids, to include Kaldur and M'gaan) have between them makes him uncomfortable when he gets thinking too hard about it, and he steps back when he's given a choice.
Sometimes he isn't given a choice. He's had to ride in vehicles with someone squished against his side, he's had to carry one of his teammates out of the line of fire. He's let Robin use him as a vaulting platform. In the moment, the proximity doesn't bother him so much. It's only when he stops to think that he starts feeling awkward and overbearing in his own body, surrounded by creatures that are infinitely more fragile.
So he doesn't jump up and dump Robin out of his lap, although his eyes do go wide behind the sunglasses for a moment. Cadmus had given him an education, of sorts, but nothing useful in this vein, so he rolls his eyes to the side and checks out the behavior of some of their neighbors to awkwardly mimic. The ridiculous thing Robin's wearing is flimsy, silky, under his fingers and totally wrong for the armored costume he normally spars in, and the bare skin he can feel is warm and soft. ]
You didn't say anything about touching, [he whispers back, trying not to sound alarmed.]
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Sometimes he isn't given a choice. He's had to ride in vehicles with someone squished against his side, he's had to carry one of his teammates out of the line of fire. He's let Robin use him as a vaulting platform. In the moment, the proximity doesn't bother him so much. It's only when he stops to think that he starts feeling awkward and overbearing in his own body, surrounded by creatures that are infinitely more fragile.
So he doesn't jump up and dump Robin out of his lap, although his eyes do go wide behind the sunglasses for a moment. Cadmus had given him an education, of sorts, but nothing useful in this vein, so he rolls his eyes to the side and checks out the behavior of some of their neighbors to awkwardly mimic. The ridiculous thing Robin's wearing is flimsy, silky, under his fingers and totally wrong for the armored costume he normally spars in, and the bare skin he can feel is warm and soft. ]
You didn't say anything about touching, [he whispers back, trying not to sound alarmed.]