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[finewithhalf]

If you're looking for me, I'm out. Drop me a message, and I'll get back to you when I feel like it.

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[finewithhalf]

I guess we can try.

If you want to.

[She doesn't move to adjust their positions, though. There's still physical distance between them, which she isn't about to attempt closing on her own.]

No hard feelings when you change your mind.

[cuteshit]

[He's not sure if he should take his hand back, or if he should move closer. His lack of experience means that 'trying' is going to be a lot of trial and error. Was it like that for everyone?]

I ain't gonna change it.

[He does let his hand drop away, but he looks down at his feet as he shuffles a nervous half-step forward, his face starting to flush again.]

I dunno how to do any of this. But I wanna figure it out with you.

[finewithhalf]

[As he pulls his hand away, she catches it, pressing her palm against his and threading their fingers together.]

You start with this. And then feel it out from there.

[cuteshit]

[His eyes widen slightly, surprised, but he lets their fingers entwine a little more tightly, allowing himself to be comfortable with it.

He can do this.]

That's not so hard.

[They got this.]