[ He almost withdraws as she reaches out, skittish as he is, but he's glad he decides against it. His hands are rigid and stiff in her own for a moment, since he's really not used to being touched at all, but the gesture is friendly, and the warm enthusiasm in her expression as well as that careful trembling of her hands gets him to relax a little. His hands are worn and rough, but when he squeezes back, it's gentle. ]
I'm glad, then. I won't forget you either, Mary.
[ Of course he wouldn't, but it felt like the right thing to say. ]
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I'm glad, then. I won't forget you either, Mary.
[ Of course he wouldn't, but it felt like the right thing to say. ]