yves blinks for a moment, and he'll get back to the clothes conversation he will, but his hand reaches out to hover at siffrin's side as if to help steady them ]
Are you alright? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.
[ That hand reaches out, but it stops, it hovers, and their breath holds. As if they're waiting for something. Anything.
Their own hand grips at the fabric of their poncho, trying to remember to breathe, take a deep breath in and-- ]
I'm fine. [ Quick to reassure, deep breath out. And they flinch at that question. Again. It's happening again. ]
I--It's not that, it's - [ It isn't so hard to say. They've said it before, haven't they? They stare at the ground, breathing in again and their words emit quietly. ] It's just that, I'm not.. used to it, is all.
... [ 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. ]
[ the little poke makes him want to laugh a little bit, gently amused, but he refrains just because he can tell this matters so much to siffrin. when the fingers rest over his palm, yves takes the initiative of gently letting his fingers curl over siffrin's. just a comfortable little hold, free to be escaped from at any moment if deemed unwelcome, but secure enough that makes yves' own confidence clear. ]
I'm pretty sure we were born with two hands for the explicit purpose of being able to multi-task in times like this.
[ so he'll wiggle the fingers on his other hand freely ]
And even if we have to let go, I can just reach for you again.
[ The initiative surprises him, as if they really didn't expect him to despite the clear confidence of it, and unfortunately comes with a bit of a flinch but. It's a gentle hold and despite the freedom to pull away.. Siffrin merely. rests their hand there.
It comes with a buzz. To feel the contact, to feel that warmth that belongs to another person, their next breath exhales. Solid. Real. ]
Oh. ..O-okay.
[ It's a bit strange to them to be in this position. With something so simple, something clearly Yves himself has no issues at all doing, but instead of creating distance he...
No, Siffrin decides not to think about it. Instead, amidst his bubbling fluster, he awkwardly points at the clothes with his free hand. ]
[ yves waits through the flinch - patiently. the fact that siffrin rested their hand in his is proof enough to him that they want to try, so he doesn't bother to get his feelings hurt over what seems to just be a reactionary surprise. ]
Clothes!
[ affirming, and yves will continue on smoothly as if nothing is different at all. he lifts his arm to show the selection: they're more dark shades of a deep blue and an assortment of grey and black, though there's the occasional accessory that's a pop of gold or white ]
I love looking through clothes, but they were a bit of an extra expense before. It's nice to not have to pay now, so we can play with anything we want.
[ Rather than make a big deal out of it or point it out any further, Yves continues on and Siffrin starts to relax. Even if he is vividly aware of their hand in his. It sends a tingle through their arm but it's.. pleasant. Nice. It's.. nice to be touched.
(Focus, Siffrin. Focus.) ]
..You weren't kidding about the dark shades. [ Said nicely though! It does seem like they suit him. But, with Yves' personality.. wouldn't lighter shades be nicer too? ]
We really would've been in a predicament if we were expected to have funds here. [ But, Yves seems to be having fun with the freedom of clothes, and that's enough for them. ] Adding a little light and darkless to all the dark shades huh?
[ Which they refer to be pointing at the occasional accessories Yves has. ]
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yves blinks for a moment, and he'll get back to the clothes conversation he will, but his hand reaches out to hover at siffrin's side as if to help steady them ]
Are you alright? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.
Would you rather I not touch you?
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Their own hand grips at the fabric of their poncho, trying to remember to breathe, take a deep breath in and-- ]
I'm fine. [ Quick to reassure, deep breath out. And they flinch at that question. Again. It's happening again. ]
I--It's not that, it's - [ It isn't so hard to say. They've said it before, haven't they? They stare at the ground, breathing in again and their words emit quietly. ] It's just that, I'm not.. used to it, is all.
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Then…
[ yves tilts his head, and his hand shifts then so that it’s between them, palm open and waiting in invitation. his smile is warm and just as sweet ]
Your hand, if you would? If you’re open to getting used to it.
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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... ]
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I'm pretty sure we were born with two hands for the explicit purpose of being able to multi-task in times like this.
[ so he'll wiggle the fingers on his other hand freely ]
And even if we have to let go, I can just reach for you again.
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It comes with a buzz. To feel the contact, to feel that warmth that belongs to another person, their next breath exhales. Solid. Real. ]
Oh. ..O-okay.
[ It's a bit strange to them to be in this position. With something so simple, something clearly Yves himself has no issues at all doing, but instead of creating distance he...
No, Siffrin decides not to think about it. Instead, amidst his bubbling fluster, he awkwardly points at the clothes with his free hand. ]
So.. clothes..?
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Clothes!
[ affirming, and yves will continue on smoothly as if nothing is different at all. he lifts his arm to show the selection: they're more dark shades of a deep blue and an assortment of grey and black, though there's the occasional accessory that's a pop of gold or white ]
I love looking through clothes, but they were a bit of an extra expense before. It's nice to not have to pay now, so we can play with anything we want.
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(Focus, Siffrin. Focus.) ]
..You weren't kidding about the dark shades. [ Said nicely though! It does seem like they suit him. But, with Yves' personality.. wouldn't lighter shades be nicer too? ]
We really would've been in a predicament if we were expected to have funds here. [ But, Yves seems to be having fun with the freedom of clothes, and that's enough for them. ] Adding a little light and darkless to all the dark shades huh?
[ Which they refer to be pointing at the occasional accessories Yves has. ]