[ He flinches when he takes the hand but it's better than letting her have it. His face ends up only turning greener because it's gross but he has to know for sure, so he inspects it, fingers trailing over the hand with probably more intimacy than one would expect from a friend. ]
It's his. [ Is all he can say, and he places it back in the box. ]
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It's his. [ Is all he can say, and he places it back in the box. ]