I’m sorry,I said, alarmed.
No!
I’m sorry, T-o-n-y. You don’t like people touching you?
Hate!
Why?
Hate! Hate! Hate! No! You…no! No! No! No! You…don’t do! No! Hate! Hate! Hate!
Okay. I’m sorry, T-o-n-y. I won’t do it again. I didn’t know.
No!he signed very angrily.
Okay.
No! You…no! Hate!
I’m sorry.
He bit at his lip. He was breathing heavily, obviously scared.
I’m sorry, I said again.
He turned to the window, put his hands on the sill. His fingers were shaking.
I glanced over my shoulder.
Jackson frowned back at me.
I crouched down so I wouldn’t seem so big, so intimidating. I waited for a very long minute before Tony finally turned to look at me.
I’m sorry,I said again, making an exaggerated “I’m sorry” face to show him exactly what I meant and that I really was very, very sorry. Tony stared back at me in silence. I waited for him to say something, to do something, to try to communicate, but all he did was stare.