No sex. I would have liked to. Not long after that I asked H about his distance (in a general sense) and he apologized for not really being able to "be there for me" when I had my car accident. I would just spontaneously cry for about a week or two after the accident - the fear, the guilt, the whole thing would just erupt. H would notice and he might come pat my arm and say, "It will be ok" or something but it was like he was doing it from another room. It was one of the last times in recent months that I had the honest urge to reach out and initiate. His distance - well, it didn't help me put myself out there any.
