[as soon as she takes his hand he realizes he is holding her hand. reaching out for her was automatic, but now here they are, holding hands.]
I had less scars. [he pauses, then sinks down to the floor in front of her. he likes being eye level with her better.] I suppose it might be close to how I looked then.
[without thinking (again), he just sort of tugs her hand in closer, remembering the feel of her fingers gentle on his face. it's almost like he doesn't want to relinquish that touch. he can't imagine she is that way with many people.]
[he kisses her fingers before he can stop himself, featherlight.] Thank you.
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I had less scars. [he pauses, then sinks down to the floor in front of her. he likes being eye level with her better.] I suppose it might be close to how I looked then.
[without thinking (again), he just sort of tugs her hand in closer, remembering the feel of her fingers gentle on his face. it's almost like he doesn't want to relinquish that touch. he can't imagine she is that way with many people.]
[he kisses her fingers before he can stop himself, featherlight.] Thank you.