[ he looks at those ears, how they move with a gentle whisper of the wind. it's incredibly peaceful here despite what's been going on, and he appreciates it. that his voice has been sore from use, and that he wants to quell that inner turmoil as soon as he can.
toge doesn't hide the surprise. unable to touch people? then they are similar. as he's about to say something, the question is asked and he's back to looking instead of 'saying'. those hands are worn. they look rough. that doesn't mean anything bad per se, but...
he holds his own up. they, too, have seen work. not to the same extent as hers. carefully he places palm against hers and... ]
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toge doesn't hide the surprise. unable to touch people? then they are similar. as he's about to say something, the question is asked and he's back to looking instead of 'saying'. those hands are worn. they look rough. that doesn't mean anything bad per se, but...
he holds his own up. they, too, have seen work. not to the same extent as hers. carefully he places palm against hers and... ]
Like normal. Is that good?