I held my hand against my mouth, holding back the nauseous feeling from overtaking me as I began feeling extremely nervous. Perhaps noticing my discomfort, Cain clasps his hand over mine.
The warmth from his palm spread across the back of my hand as I felt myself gradually relaxing. He lowers his head to meet my gaze, his eyes full of concern as he asks me if I was feeling alright.
I held back my tears and nodded as the anxiety from earlier melted away at the sight of his warm gaze. He offered to get me a warm drink to soothe my upset stomach but I held him back with a hand to his forearm as he sat back into his seat and held my gaze.
"I… I'm fine now…" I cup his hand with the other when he pats the back of my hand with his other hand to reassure me.
What's this stack of hands… Feels like we're about to do a fighting cheer.
