... [ Even though he had said it, there's a bit of shame at having said it out loud. A flicker of it as they can imagine a million ways this could go. Ready to just.. accept it as is.
Which is probably why they blink a little in clear surprise as that hand, instead of moving away, turns in invitation. Peering down at it, before up at his smile, patient and.. warm.
(...)
One hand raises, pulling down at the brim of their hat to hide part of their fluster. A brief cover as they stare at that hand, their other gloved one rising to... gingerly, featherlight to poke at Yves's palm. Fingers carefully resting over that palm. ]
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Which is probably why they blink a little in clear surprise as that hand, instead of moving away, turns in invitation. Peering down at it, before up at his smile, patient and.. warm.
(...)
One hand raises, pulling down at the brim of their hat to hide part of their fluster. A brief cover as they stare at that hand, their other gloved one rising to... gingerly, featherlight to poke at Yves's palm. Fingers carefully resting over that palm. ]
..Won't it get in the way?
[ Yves, your clothes pickings... ]