[When York doesn't take his hand away, North carefully weaves his fingers in between York's, palms brushing together, and his heart skips a beat as he realizes all over again that he's allowed to do this, just touch York affectionately without being ready to laugh it off.
He's still so new to being...happy like this, that he jumps a little when York's fingers trace along his arm.]
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He's still so new to being...happy like this, that he jumps a little when York's fingers trace along his arm.]
Probably not. I'm heavier than I look.