[ The one spot he never touches. Never comes close to. He knows better, has stayed far away from it, to the point that even York place his hand there on purpose has him tensing up with some innate sense of wrongness.
But it's what he needs from him, now.
Quietly, he hold out a hand. Whatever he wants him to do, he'll do. Either keep his hand steady, or do it himself. ]
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But it's what he needs from him, now.
Quietly, he hold out a hand. Whatever he wants him to do, he'll do. Either keep his hand steady, or do it himself. ]