[It feels a little bit like holding a handful of sand - it's too easy to let it all slip out if you're not careful. And it's slipped out. Ah, how stupid he was.]
[He looks up at her finally, meeting her gaze through the thick glass of his glasses. It's easy to tell himself to just move on, but it's much harder to try to do so. But maybe this is a step in the right direction.]
[Keats lets out a slight laugh at the offered pinky.]
I think I can promise that. [And he reaches out his own hand with his own pinky outstretched, and gives her a little tug of a handshake.]
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[It feels a little bit like holding a handful of sand - it's too easy to let it all slip out if you're not careful. And it's slipped out. Ah, how stupid he was.]
[He looks up at her finally, meeting her gaze through the thick glass of his glasses. It's easy to tell himself to just move on, but it's much harder to try to do so. But maybe this is a step in the right direction.]
[Keats lets out a slight laugh at the offered pinky.]
I think I can promise that. [And he reaches out his own hand with his own pinky outstretched, and gives her a little tug of a handshake.]
Let's do it.