@poisonpicked asked: [ passing confidence ] – for the sender’s muse brush their finger’s against the receiver’s muse’s hand, too scared to hold their hand. (from bloodhound!)
His heart had swelled and withered within seconds of each other to the slight brush of their fingers. Boone was more than ready to accept it as nothing more than an unanticipated touch the tracker could mull on later before sleep. Thought, it had lingered- just a few milliseconds long enough for Boone to doubt the 'unanticipated' part. His breath held; he wasn't entirely sure how to handle this. He had gotten used to the Taloian's presence near him but- physically? Compared to a casual skip as progress, it was a running vault with enough of a significant bound to make his thoughts short circuit with his actions. 'Again- please' sat on the tip of his tongue. Tentatively, he mimicked their skittish touch, letting it linger longer with the shy stroke against the leather on their finger, sparing a glance to check that the emboldened move wasn't negatively received.