[Her hand finds his, warm from being tucked under a blanket. He's acutely aware, moreso even than before, of his size and strength, of his hands that hauled stones and laid brick and labored in the fields for fifteen years. Deprived of his occupation, his life, his humanity.
Her hand is small and soft in his, and the gentle touch almost makes him cry again, like it did earlier - being slammed with fifteen years of starving for comfort in less than twenty-four hours has completely shattered something that was previously whole inside him.
He leans into her, their shoulders bumping together, his fingers closing around her delicate hand.]
...Tell me about your schoolmates. [Talk to me about something far away from here. Please.] Or... Anything else you want to talk about.
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Her hand is small and soft in his, and the gentle touch almost makes him cry again, like it did earlier - being slammed with fifteen years of starving for comfort in less than twenty-four hours has completely shattered something that was previously whole inside him.
He leans into her, their shoulders bumping together, his fingers closing around her delicate hand.]
...Tell me about your schoolmates. [Talk to me about something far away from here. Please.] Or... Anything else you want to talk about.