[He has to resist the urge to fidget; it's strange, lying so close to someone else, something he hasn't done since he was a kid sharing a bed with Al. And this is about as far from that familial, platonic situation as one can get. It's not uncomfortable, though, just... new. Something to adjust to, to get used to, to... let himself enjoy. He lets the sensation of it sink in - the closeness of her body next to his, the smile on her face, the warmth of her hand on him. The way her voice sounds so close to his ear.
For a moment he clenches his hand into a fist to give his tension an outlet, then releases it to slide it over, touching her hand and twining his fingers through hers. It's not that hard. And it's not bad, either.
Not bad at all.]
Dummy... you shouldn't have to thank me for something like this.
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For a moment he clenches his hand into a fist to give his tension an outlet, then releases it to slide it over, touching her hand and twining his fingers through hers. It's not that hard. And it's not bad, either.
Not bad at all.]
Dummy... you shouldn't have to thank me for something like this.