𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 , 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 . A slow blink , two , as he stares at the younger woman before him ( LITTLE MORE THAN A CHILD IN HIS EYES ) , innocence & purity cloaking her in aura NEAR SUFFOCATING TO THOSE UNFAMILIAR . Perhaps that’s why he always finds himself standing a ways away from her , AS IF FEARING THAT UNWARRANTED KINDNESS . She doesn’t wait for his response , swiftly decreasing space between them before hand is reaching out for his own , THOUGH ONLY WITH ONE FINGER . A delicately curved pinkie finger , catching own smaller digit & lifting their hands up together , digit tightening around his own ( A CHILDISH GESTURE , THOUGH HE'S NOT PULLING AWAY FROM HER ) . Brows furrowing , lips tugging into faint frown as he stares at their fingers , THEN LIFTING GAZE UP TO MEET HERS . Scoff pushing past lips as he promptly glances aside , as if finding the mere act ridiculous & seeking manner to CHASTISE FOR SUCH BEHAVIOR . Instead , other digits curl into palm , leaving that smaller digit extended ( ONE COULD CLAIM THAT IT EVEN STARTED CURLING IN RETURN ) , voice on the verge of exasperation .