our hand
Eunie bumps his shoulder, holds out her hand. Taion looks at her.
It doesn't really help, but it doesn't make it worse, does it now?
It doesn't really help, but it doesn't make it worse, does it now?
It doesn't really help, but that's 'cause there's nothing to help. Eunie's got all her limbs, right?
Taion has all of his. And even if Eunie could still feel his arms like her own (their arms, their four arms become two, then torn off by that Moebius-) there wouldn't be anything wrong.
He sits beside her, teacup in one hand. Eunie's eyes drawn to his other, empty.
Two empty hands.
Eunie bumps his shoulder, holds out her hand. Taion looks at her.
It doesn't really help, but it doesn't make it worse, does it now?
Taion's fingers intertwine with hers.