[ He comes over and gently, barely, as if he's never touched a single hand in his life, places his on top of hers.
It's not because he hasn't, but rather that he doesn't like to touch strangers and won't recategorize their relationship as anything else just yet. Maybe she doesn't like to touch strangers, either.
But all these feelings of anxiety and excitement over being somewhere new, this yearning. At least that's something they share, because his gem starts to glow purple, faintly beneath his robes.
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It's not because he hasn't, but rather that he doesn't like to touch strangers and won't recategorize their relationship as anything else just yet. Maybe she doesn't like to touch strangers, either.
But all these feelings of anxiety and excitement over being somewhere new, this yearning. At least that's something they share, because his gem starts to glow purple, faintly beneath his robes.
He finds, this is how it's easiest to feel it. ]