[When her hand first touches his, he's afraid that he's bumped into her and prepares to take a step to the side to give her more room, but when she actually takes it, he jumps a little and wraps his fingers around hers, loosely. This feels nostalgic somehow...]
...Your hands are cold. [He mumbles before tightening his grip on it.]
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...Your hands are cold. [He mumbles before tightening his grip on it.]