[ To be honest, he's not even so sure that Arden will comply with his request much as he had done with the sitting down part. But, when he does? Well, he has to admit that he's a little surprised.
To feel the other's palm against his own... it's familiar in a strange sort of way and yet it's different at the same time, regardless of what either of them might think or feel. Carefully, he comes to curl his hand around Arden's, fingers resting against the back of the other's hand. It's gentle and not at all firm... but at the same time, it's somehow... perhaps not desperate but... hopeful. ]
Why Arden?
[ He asks then, his voice still soft. ]
I mean, it's honestly better than anything Sora might have picked...
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To feel the other's palm against his own... it's familiar in a strange sort of way and yet it's different at the same time, regardless of what either of them might think or feel. Carefully, he comes to curl his hand around Arden's, fingers resting against the back of the other's hand. It's gentle and not at all firm... but at the same time, it's somehow... perhaps not desperate but... hopeful. ]
Why Arden?
[ He asks then, his voice still soft. ]
I mean, it's honestly better than anything Sora might have picked...