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Simon had strong hands. The left, his own, was callused from frequent use, with a wide palm and thick fingers. The right, made of xenonite—an extension of the prosthetic the Eridians had gifted him after he'd settled on Erid—matched in form. Both were currently wrapped around the handle of a shovel as he dug a hole in the dirt, prepping it to plant a tree sapling grown from a peach pit Grace discovered hiding in a dehydrated fruit snack on the Hail Mary. Grace's heart thudded in his ears as he watched his fingers grip the metal shaft as he dug, feeling every bit the pervert for his ogling.
Ryland Grace hasn't felt the touch of another human being in a long time. And Simon sure does have some nice, strong hands.