I’m very glad of that…I honestly wouldn’t know what to do if I couldn’t.
-She takes the time to feel how his hand fit in hers, too. It’s a familiar inclination—to press her thumb against his palm and feel out the grooves of it, to feel whether his skin was soft or calloused, dry or scabbed, and judge how it differed from any other Giorno she’d held hands with. It’s a subtle motion that neither he nor she seem to pay attention to, and it’s a motion that does not linger. She wouldn’t want to make him uncomfortable, after all. And besides…-
-Besides, there was cake awaiting them.-
Not at all. Shall we, then?
-She commits the feel of his hand to memory.-
【 ✮ 】— Giorno’s hands were delicate and soft, almost child-like. They were well cared, and always pleasing to the touch. His grip was firm, and yet delicate at the same time. It was the touch of an angel –and he indeed looked like one, with blindness now making him appear even more fragile, like a treasure to be cherished and hidden from the gazes of the infidels.
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