[The gesture surprises Ayumu somehow but she's not sure why. For a moment, she looks at his hand a little warily. Her first impulse is to smack it away and withdraw but Ayumu stops herself. She's being irrational again. This man has been nothing but kind to her so far and now that she's calmed down enough to notice and think through his behavior, he's put a lot of effort into putting her at ease.
But she finally concedes, reaching over to take his hand. Ayumu doesn't mind it, not really. And there's something comforting, anchoring about having a warm hand to hold. For some reason, it feels like it's been a long time since anyone's thought to take her hand. Or like she just isn't used to it somehow. It's nice though.]
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But she finally concedes, reaching over to take his hand. Ayumu doesn't mind it, not really. And there's something comforting, anchoring about having a warm hand to hold. For some reason, it feels like it's been a long time since anyone's thought to take her hand. Or like she just isn't used to it somehow. It's nice though.]
It's okay. I don't mind.