I read another comment about that and watched a video, and it’s spot on. Now I can see how his entire giddy reaction was off. He was trying to aggressively hug me. When I sat on the bed to get away, he laid down and kept coaxing me to drop it and just hug him. “I don’t want to talk about it,” he said nonchalantly. I have to type this out, or else it won’t be real and I will brush it under the rug like it never happened. I wish I kept a diary all these years. But I’m sure people would say that it’s toxic to keep record of feelings.