[ A glance to those hands, which comes with a flicker of guilt on their expression. Thinking of how needy they are, with a never-ending appetite that constantly wants to search out for any contact.

And like the leech they are they do reach out, gently brushing fingers over a hand until they rest their hands there. As always, Yves is so kind. ]

I don't want to make a big deal out of it and bother everyone as a whole.. [ It isn't that they mind Yves though, considering they're telling him now. ] The way that it is - my world doesn't have "colors." We only have shades.