[Bruno's hand is oddly soft in an almost indescribable manner--smooth and somehow tender without being squishy or delicate. He doesn't move it out of the way. He has an odd smile on his face, the thoughtful smile of someone who'd been surprised with something pleasant.]
It's okay, [he says, as though realising this, himself. That was... that was nice. Really nice. A touch almost always is, for him. He grins and touches Otto's fingers.] I don't mind.
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It's okay, [he says, as though realising this, himself. That was... that was nice. Really nice. A touch almost always is, for him. He grins and touches Otto's fingers.] I don't mind.