Cursed (смешанная)

“You’ve never cuddled before?”
It’s a simple, quiet question. Snape’s face is blushing deep, crimson red, so the silence is self-explanatory.
“Why?” Sirius demands to know. He’s not disgusted, Severus notes. Neither he’s pitying him, which is highly appreciated.
The shrug of slim, bony shoulders is barely there.
“You don't want to?” there is a low-key knowledge of Snape’s solitude, yes. Only there were also touches and desperate tears today.
The shrug is repeated, more firmly, as if annoyed.
“You refused everyone?”
“There was literally no one to refuse,” Severus mumbles and immediately shuts his mouth.