[Hmm, see, studying their hands is making somewhat a larger deal out of this than Emil was aiming for? Lalli takes his hand voluntarily: nice! Emil is content then to briefly acknowledge the little flip his stomach does at the renewed contact and then look elsewhere, maybe squeeze his hand lightly to prove that, yes, this is great, this is what he meant by that gesture. That's the plan, but then Lalli is... just looking at their hands, which means Emil has to keep looking at Lalli, and such a simple gesture is getting away from him entirely.
Maybe he should calm down. He opens his mouth to say something, reconsiders, shuts it again. There's nothing pithy and smart he can say about his hand that he won't immediately feel stupid about, so... here they are. He drums the fingers of his other hand against his knee, then stops. Ah... this boy... doing his mildly eccentric staring thing. Emil can't help but smile slightly, despite his restlessness.]
What? It's fine, you know.
[Because surely Lalli is judging the appropriateness of holding hands on a bench for no reason... surely.]
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Maybe he should calm down. He opens his mouth to say something, reconsiders, shuts it again. There's nothing pithy and smart he can say about his hand that he won't immediately feel stupid about, so... here they are. He drums the fingers of his other hand against his knee, then stops. Ah... this boy... doing his mildly eccentric staring thing. Emil can't help but smile slightly, despite his restlessness.]
What? It's fine, you know.
[Because surely Lalli is judging the appropriateness of holding hands on a bench for no reason... surely.]