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A flinch at the touch came, and the urge to pull away, even faster. But strangely enough, it didn’t feel bad. He was left with their hand gently enveloped in his, yet no reaction came from either. They merely stood there, looking down blankly upon their own hand as if patiently waiting for an attack, some sort of laughing, anything to reveal that it was merely a show of his own amusement.
…
It never came. This was genuine. And the once abrasive and offstandish loner, was nothing more than a stiff, apprehensive mannequin hesitantly allowing themselves to be moved to his whims.