[he'll look down at their hands, and then tentatively clasp hers back, since his hand is unfortunately very cold to the touch... but maybe it's less cold now since he was holding a mug of something warm,]
I'm not sure how it started... Maybe with my egg casserole?
[the dawning realization that you might have contributed to this]
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I'm not sure how it started... Maybe with my egg casserole?
[the dawning realization that you might have contributed to this]