Receptive, I like that word. That’s the word Jim used when he explained why he touches me so much, and stands so close. At first, I thought it was a cop thing, then a Sentinel thing, but I finally realized it was a Jim thing. A Jim and me thing. We were both hungry to be touched, starving for the warmth and comfort only another person can provide. Jim closed himself off, became more solitary; I hooked up with random people. Then one day he held my hand, lifted my chin and kissed me, filling the emptiness, ending the loneliness.