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You initiated the first contact, approaching him as he crouched into the freezer for a snack.
With his free hand you slid your fingers between his, closing them over his knuckles and almost soon as you did, he flinched, backing away from the fridge to offer you space to look inside.
That's what you wanted right?
Or, at least that's what he thought.
But you didn't let him go.
He glanced down and the awkward unreciprocated action occurring between you, then your face.
"What's wrong?"
You shook your head, a restrained smile on your face as he studied you, curiously.
"Why are you grabbing my hand?"
"I'm not grabbing it, I'm holding it."
Broly didn't like it when you held his hand. Touching always made him nervous and clammy and holding his hand made him feel trapped.
Broly squinted during his short bout of confusion, tugging his hand free.
"What does that mean? To hold someone's hand? Is that normal?"
"Yeah, it's not super uncommon. But people that really care for each other do it."
"Oh." He paused thoughtfully. "Then why did you do it?"
You couldn't help but snicker at that.
"Because I care about you."
This realization seemed to hit him and suddenly he was blushing ever so slightly, his eyes cast down to the floor.
Words weren't really his thing, so in light of learning this new way to speak with you, Broly reached out and slid his hand into yours.
A rare nervous laugh forced it's way out which made you giggle. "Thank you."
After a moment of shared silence Broly finally spoke up. "Does everyone do this?"
"Well, you know, mostly young children, female friends, and couples."
Call it his nervous tendency to fidget, but at the utterance of that he squeezed your fingers so tight you'd thought something was hurting him before he quickly let go.
Before you could watch his face turn beet red, back into the freezer he went, his motive now was to cool himself off.