It makes him feel... something in turn. Surprised, certainly, and something faintly like pleased but sharper, more private; it occurs to him only after a moment that he should perhaps say something in turn, although it's not something he would ever have thought to give something as entitled as permission for: "It's okay."
When, it's okay.
As for the other, he struggles not to fidget, ends up rubbing one thumb over the other's knuckle anyway. "It's... a difficult choice. Possibly hurt others, or hurt myself. I don't like it, even though I know which one is right."
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Date: 2022-08-25 10:55 pm (UTC)When, it's okay.
As for the other, he struggles not to fidget, ends up rubbing one thumb over the other's knuckle anyway. "It's... a difficult choice. Possibly hurt others, or hurt myself. I don't like it, even though I know which one is right."