[ his fingers twitch in the hold as mitsuru squeezes around the scarred digits, thick and knobbly with callouses. he can't help but tense up for a fraction of a second before consciously, carefully letting out a breath he'd been holding, letting his shoulders bleed out the tension - though it still lingers in the worried droop of his eyes as he glances back at her once more, scanning her expression worriedly.
bare arms, bare hands; he'd never been without his gloves around others, much less his forearm completely exposed under scrutiny - it's a vulnerable feeling. not exactly fear of being hurt, but it's nevertheless pain of a different sort that worries at him, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he waits for her next words silently. ]
It's ... okay. Really.
[ stupid, like this, still trying to reassure her. his thumb twitches, hesitant, brushing the edge of his thumb across her first knuckle, before falling back away with a wavering laugh. ] I heal fast!
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bare arms, bare hands; he'd never been without his gloves around others, much less his forearm completely exposed under scrutiny - it's a vulnerable feeling. not exactly fear of being hurt, but it's nevertheless pain of a different sort that worries at him, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he waits for her next words silently. ]
It's ... okay. Really.
[ stupid, like this, still trying to reassure her. his thumb twitches, hesitant, brushing the edge of his thumb across her first knuckle, before falling back away with a wavering laugh. ] I heal fast!