[ both hands. two of them. all two of them. it's still weird, but the kind of weird that he's quite ready to get used to. he reaches up again to cover Erwin's brand new right hand with his own, much older hand. it's almost like Erwin was never horrifically mangled and on the brink of death in the first place.
...ah, there's the overwhelming feeling of dread again. he pushes it down once more, gripping Erwin's hand a little tighter like he's trying to hang onto the here and now. he turns his face to kiss his palm. it doesn't feel artificial at all. ]
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...ah, there's the overwhelming feeling of dread again. he pushes it down once more, gripping Erwin's hand a little tighter like he's trying to hang onto the here and now. he turns his face to kiss his palm. it doesn't feel artificial at all. ]
Hopefully I never will.