Roy finds the handles of two mugs and after wrapping his fingers around their cool ceramic handles he confidently removes them from the cabinet and sets them gently on the counter. One small victory, which he'll gladly take.
He's surprised to feel her warm fingers on his wrist a moment later. Regardless of how often she was poking and guiding him lately it still felt like a big deal whenever they made any type of physical contact however small. He hadn't told her this; it's actually embarrassing that he makes such a big deal out of it. He isn't a young teen, at that age when it's normal to sweat over the notion of holding hands with the person one likes. How silly it is to be a grown man and make a fuss out it.
He looks in her direction, hands still, waiting for her instruction or guidance. "Is it the kettle?" he guesses, the next natural step in the process.
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Date: 2016-03-07 10:39 am (UTC)He's surprised to feel her warm fingers on his wrist a moment later. Regardless of how often she was poking and guiding him lately it still felt like a big deal whenever they made any type of physical contact however small. He hadn't told her this; it's actually embarrassing that he makes such a big deal out of it. He isn't a young teen, at that age when it's normal to sweat over the notion of holding hands with the person one likes. How silly it is to be a grown man and make a fuss out it.
He looks in her direction, hands still, waiting for her instruction or guidance. "Is it the kettle?" he guesses, the next natural step in the process.