He nods, and curls his fingers gently around hers in turn, letting her hold on to him as she chooses.
His left hand stays in his pocket, the metal of his left arm hidden by the light jacket he's wearing. He'd almost rather cut that arm off again than touch her with it.
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His left hand stays in his pocket, the metal of his left arm hidden by the light jacket he's wearing. He'd almost rather cut that arm off again than touch her with it.