XT touched me a few times, and I freaked and he knew it. Still he tried.

Once the touched my knee while I was deep in a story. Then he continuously patted my back on the way out. And there were a few arm/back squeezes in there too. He once asked me if I would hold his hand while he was trying to get me grounded. The asking was like a bucket of cold water, and that in itself pulled me out of the dissociative state, but no way would I hold his hand.

I have a pastor who isn't much older than H. He hugs me on Sunday mornings, and he is very tall so he frequently kisses my forehead. I rather like that, it feels kind and caring. He has earned my trust over years of just being there for us. But he is a dear close friend and I am there for him and his family as well. It's not a t relationship.